Mar's grin seems to become wider the longer she rants, and his...unnatural...t eeth are clearly visible and quite real, apparently. "Oh dear, did I make you upset?" he states, crossing his legs and seeming more at ease from her rage. And the fact is, he was---- although in a mortal form such...demonstratio ns provided little energy, he still associated them with loosening stress on himself.
"I never once, in our little conversation, said that my way was better," stated Mar, taking another sip of his wine. "In fact it tends to be worse, for everyone---offering people the right to make their own decisions opens up the door for them to make terrible mistakes. These mistakes have cost that race more pain and suffering than a Yeerk has ever faced, except perhaps in their most brutal form of death."
"There can be no consolation between you Yeerks and the human race, at least not with all of them," states Mar carefully. "Their religions, their societies, everything----all are obsessed with Will and what their own Wills contribute to and produce. When freedom is not their most prized attribute, their ability to build upon and support their own kin with that Will is. I won't deny that your species has its own right to self-determination, to potential, to success...and that that right demands the assumption of the bodies of others. What I am wondering is...."
Mar examines her expression as if searching for something of interest to him. "....if your race has already shown itself willing to pay the price required for its own freedom, even in blood...why does the lady doth protest so much when I point that out? I'm all for such a quest, when it is honest with what it truly is."