Alloran keeps his main eyes on that anyway, though he has an almost absurd sense that this, of all things, is something he shouldn't be privy to.

Humans are often terrible to one another, which he'd vaguely known. Andalites have fought Andalite, especially in the long-distant past, and to be sure it wasn't as sanitary as some people would sing it, where the murder of a child could unite everyone in horror and condemnation. Still.

<That's the lieutenant who gets killed, isn't it? Too invested. Someone like this in such a position has to either die or allow this investment to perish.> He did. A pause. <Or leave, I suppose that is possible sometimes.>