<Mmm,> Efaen says, looking dissatisfied with his answer, <but why? I want to know what made you, a Yeerk presumably raised in the Empire you claim to despise, abandon those principles? What was it that made you decide to become a traitor and join this faction? I presume that you did not simply wake up one morning with thoughts of dissent on your mind that were strong enough for you to sever all times.> Efaen tilts her head to the side, somewhat quizzically, <I ask you this not because I care, Yeerk. Your past is rather unimportant to me. However, Terenia has placed a good deal of trust in you, more than I think even she has come to realize. If you were so quick to betray your Empire, I need assurance that you will not betray us. Knowing your motives is a good start.>
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Trey looks, if anything, even more disturbed by The Director's suggestion. He shakes his head visciously, as though doing so will shake the possibility from his mind. "No," he says, but his voice is ridged with uncertainty, "my job is to...to carry on my dad's work. To help bring the Yeerks back to their former might. It's not to go back in time and change it all so that it never happened." The flush from his face is fading, leaving a distinctly green hue behind.