Zorish, sensing an orifice is near, uncurls his body and crawls for his life. As soon as he touches the hole his entire body almost seems to sigh with relief. Yes, it is an ear. Someone is allowing him to enter. He quickly releases the chemical that will numb his new host's ear and makes his way down what seems to be a well-traveled pathway. He has little trouble making his way into the clearly human brain and wraps himself around it with practiced skill.
<Tara,> Zorish says musingly, opening her memories of the last few moments that have passed since he left Tamora. <I had neglected to consider the host of that rebellious scourge. My, you two do have a cozy relationship, don't you?>
Zorish focuses Tara's eyes, looking first at Aliciana, on the floor, nursing a bottle of jaeger, then to Corliss, the foolish warrior he had duped earlier, and finally to Ossanlin, the leader of the show. He clears Tara's throat, working the jaw once or twice before he gets used to it's unique rhythm and speaks in Tara's voice.
"I see that this human here wants me to choose my execution," he says calmly. His gaze flickers as he takes note of Tamora's sobbing in the other room, but he quickly refocuses on Ossanlin, "I suppose that will help you moralize that you have done the right thing? If I offer myself to the Vanarx without your assistance? A willing walk to death denies you the responsibilities of a murderer."
((AN: Vanarx was the 'Yeerkbane' from #2, for those of you who don't remember.

It eats Yeerks for dinner.))