<That's Esplin. When we first, hah, 'met' he had a twin and a great many friends, but he holds his own status, not to mention his life, more dear.>
The eye-slug circles the djabala and starts darting its eyelash tentacles in and out, stinging the swimming animal. Memory-Alloran and the Yeerk controlling him have a conversation about it, about venom and whether animals usually attack strange aliens. Somehow, neither voice sounds quite like the present version. The Alloran of memory 'sounds' like he's talking from the bottom of a well, or the other side of a wall, and yet his voice is full of anger and frustration. He's not tired in the same way.
<It took twenty-four years. I don't think I'll ever be who I was again, really, and 'fine' probably isn't the right word, but I am free. And I do have humans to thank for it, so as aggravating as the situation with Jorgumand is...> He turns a seven-fingered hand palm up, a version of a shrug.
no subject
The eye-slug circles the djabala and starts darting its eyelash tentacles in and out, stinging the swimming animal. Memory-Alloran and the Yeerk controlling him have a conversation about it, about venom and whether animals usually attack strange aliens. Somehow, neither voice sounds quite like the present version. The Alloran of memory 'sounds' like he's talking from the bottom of a well, or the other side of a wall, and yet his voice is full of anger and frustration. He's not tired in the same way.
<It took twenty-four years. I don't think I'll ever be who I was again, really, and 'fine' probably isn't the right word, but I am free. And I do have humans to thank for it, so as aggravating as the situation with Jorgumand is...> He turns a seven-fingered hand palm up, a version of a shrug.