"You don't seem to be listening," says Corliss as patiently as he can. "I don't apologize for being what I am, but I don't agree with the aggressive and immoral stance my government has taken. I take a host because it's the most beneficial route for both myself and my host to work toward our mutual goals." He sighs, exasperated. "I am sorry you think the only good Yeerk is a dead one. I can't say the same about Andalites anymore. Maybe someday your opinion will change, but I certainly can't force you to change your mind."
He glances at Claxter. "It would have taken quite a long time, I think. We had a society, as it were, but it was really in a tribal state. There was a government, in the form of the Council of Thirteen. We had education, mathematics, a spoken language. I can't say the Andalites have never done anything for my people, but by teaching us what they knew, Seerow also created our greatest drawback. The desire to expand, to advance as a race, and in doing so to force other races to bend to our will."