The aristh's eyes widened. You're doing WHAT?!
I am saving the planet, Alloran snapped. I'm doing what needs to be done.
You're not saving anyone! The aristh shrieked. You're going to kill them all! That's not saving them! That's exterminating them! That's genocide!
I will prevent the Yeerks from infesting the Hork-Bajir, Alloran said simply.
You will destroy them all! They're a sentient race, War-Prince Alloran! You can't do this!
Oh, but I can, aristh, Alloran hissed. Silence.
The Electorate would never support it, War-Prince Alloran!
The Electorate isn't here, my idealistic aristh, Alloran said, his voice low and silky. This is war. I will do what needs to be done.
You're supposed to save them, not murder them, the aristh argued.
SILENCE!! Alloran roared.
You can not do this, the aristh said bravely. He turned his head to face Alloran. It's evil, War-Prince Alloran. It's evil, pure and simple. You're no better than the Yeerks if you follow through with this plan.
Rage spread across Alloran's face. The scar under his eye throbbed angrily, as his skin under his fur darkened. The aristh watched, as if in slow motion, as Alloran's tail blade arched toward him. A searing pain shot through him as he toppled to the ground. Blood seeped from the deep cut in his neck, forming a black-blue halo that surrounded his head.
You're nothing. Nothing but an insignificant aristh. You're not even an aristh anymore, Alloran said as he kicked the aristh's stomach with his hoof. You're no longer worthy to be an aristh. You're lower than dirt.
At least I'm not a murderer, the aristh blazed, ignoring his fatal wound.
You are nothing, Alloran said coldly, grinding his other hoof into the aristh's arm. I am a hero.
You're no hero, the aristh said weakly, coughing up blood. You're a monster, Alloran. You always were. You always will be.
Then his vision, which was already red and clouding over, slowly faded to black.
