Ossanlin turns his main eyes away from Alic, looking out a grimy window with some sort of electrically-excited tubes of gas hanging in front of it. <<Of course, you have to do what you want to Aliciania, you're not a Warrior, not even really in the military anymore. I just want you to think, look before you leap. There are so many problems, so many shortcomings with this plan. So many unknowns. And you have people that care about you, good friends...and significant friends too...more than friends. I'm afraid that you don't care what happens to you anymore as long as you free your father, but you need to remember that other people care about you. And how would your father feel if you died or got infested while freeing him? Just think about it Alic. If you decide to go, I won't stop you.>>
Ossanlin turns his main eyes to Terenia and his eyes harden. <Honor is something to aspire to, a higher state of being, a code decency. Sometimes it must be forgone in war. One must be realistic, and one must be willing to send his own men to their death to accomplish objectives. But ordering death in a pitched battle is much different than murder in cold blood. It is rather offensive for you to suggest that we are the kind of people who kill when it is unneccessary.> Ossanlin's stalk eyes twitch to Keshin for a moment, then resume scanning the room. <You will live. And you will be given the option of a voluntary host. We would very much like to help your sister, but as long as you stand in our way, that will be impossible. I meant it when I said we can save two lives here. Efaen is one, you are the other. It is completely up to you whether or not we are given the option to save a third.>