Alloran doesn't have really any response to bloodshed these days - how could he, it sometimes seems like his whole adult life has been spent hock-deep, like his tail should be indelibly stained - and he's seen so many obscene medical experiments and involuntary infestations that he doesn't really feel the normal response to those, either. The parts of him that felt horror and outrage for other people have been abraded away to vestiges, he thinks, to the point where he more than half wants to ask anyway. Then he could try to evaluate whether these hosts really have suffered psychic death and aren't caught as he was caught, aware but powerless, on a level yet worse than he was. Without even the parasite's voice for company.

Esplin had headed a lot of efforts to render human hosts more pliable by damaging their brains and thus their 'free will', only to find that just like with every other host, Yeerks in damaged brains struggled to perform anything like as well as Yeerks in intact ones, and a comatose host made for a Controller who could twitch slightly. Alloran's seen some shit.

In any case, now he finally pauses to consider the nature of the entity that brought him here. <Why have you shown me this?>