Elriss blinks and stares at Rathien for a moment, confused. "Sector Seven?" She laughs, "You're comparing us to that bunch of incompetents?" She smiles condescendingly at him, "Darlin', I know they're the supposed to be best the Andalites have to offer, but I hardly think they qualify as our equivalent. It's precisely Sector Seven's manipulativeness that's made them so..." she pauses, searching for a word, "...useful to us." She smirks, "And belief in one's cause isn't a weakness." She waves her empty glass at the bartender, who takes the hint and sets a second redin in front of her. "That's the biggest difference between us and them," she says, taking a sip, "We have no need to spread lies to our own people. So, what was it you wanted to discuss instead?"
She listens, sipping her drink, as the argument between Ike and Haviss grows more heated. This Mar... he's saying things that don't make sense. Things that send a shiver down Rose's spine. For the most part, she finds herself agreeing with Haviss... except for his apparent respect for the Yeerk Rebellion. Willing to actually fight for their cause, sure, but still murdering, deluded traitors, the lot of them.
Finally, she laughs and turns to Ike, "Our way keeps the humans in the dark. It avoids drawing Andalite attention. It keeps resource use low so that our fleet is free to engage the Andalites elsewhere. Although..." she grins. It's not a nice grin. "We have found it is best to give the humans a choice. Either fight us in their own minds or accept us voluntarily. Granted, not all of you are given that choice. Still, it's not a matter of whether your people retain their free will, it's just a matter of how much."
"You're giving your species too much credit if you think they'd accept it if we just came out in the open and asked for people to volunteer their bodies." She smiles at Ike, more warmly this time, "You're a pretty open-minded type, but most of you are stupid, panicky herd animals, and if you think someone could volunteer to host one of us and then not be discriminated against by the rest of your people, you've got another thing coming. You humans resist change, by force if necessary. You always have."
"It's simple, really. We need hosts. More hosts than would volunteer if we asked. We don't like violence. It draws attention, and Yeerks and hosts can die in the process." She looks into his eyes and smirks, "And honey, if aliens suddenly appeared asking for people to volunteer their bodies, you can sure bet there'd be violence. Life is better for the hosts we do take, the species we do take. Someday, when we've taken all of the humans, they'll begin to realize that." She smirks and imitates his tone, "This should not be difficult."
She draws a breath as an analogy occurs to her, "Do you have children, Mr. Ike?" Without waiting for an answer, she continues, "Left to their own devices, children will eat glue and jump bikes and wander into traffic and wind up hurt or brain-damaged or crippled or dead. Humanity is just children. Left to your own devices, you will kill each other and decimate your planet's resources until you're too weak or sick or hurt to survive." She takes another swig of redin, swaying slightly. "But parents don't let children eat glue and break bones and walk in front of cars. You guide your children until they're old enough to know better. Even if the children kick and scream and cry, you'll do what's best for them."
Her nasty grin returns, "Humanity is just a child. The Empire is only helping you to grow up."