What around Niar where you thinking?! Visser Three demanded
privately. And if he would truly have done what you asked?!
Woulda been good, too. His body was still weak from the snake's
venom. No, not his body. Visser Three's. He had to be taught that. Yeah. It
woulda ended. At least.
You know you can't do this sort of thing. You know. By now, you should
truly know.
Was de firs' time. I jus'...it jus' came ova' me.
But later, too! There you were, and all you could think of was your
family! And if you would have fainted earlier, without time to...?!
Dat was what. Made it credible. These sentences were so long.
Is that truly why you sent word to the girls and Jahar? Really and
truly? Did you have no other reason than to win that little aristh's
trust?
There was no use lying. Just no use. Another thing he should have
learned. Had to be taught. No. Yes. You know. I wanted him to
tell. Dat's why I asked him. So he'd tell. So dey'd know.
Well, then. And you do realize this shouldn't have been your top
priority, don't you?
Like I said. I'm sorry. I'll do betta' nex' time. I hope so. If dere's
a nex' time.
I'll really have to think about that yet. Maybe in a few years. When
you've seen the alternatives a few more thousand times. The alternatives
were mostly an old Andalite man, later a woman. Andalites were an
advanced species, they could cure cancer. Usually. In younger, stronger
people.
At least it had been so twenty years ago. Maybe today it would have been
different. But it had happened more than twenty years ago. Even if Esplin
could make it feel like the present to him. Again and again. He knew one
could only lose his parents once. But still, those feelings.
Please, no. Jus' came ova' me. So long, since. Please. It hurts
so. Each time ova'. Again. You know dat. Know what it's like fo' me.
Uh-huh, that's why I keep doing it.
But please. I did do betta'. In de end. I did do it.
Yeah, you did do that right, Visser Three said, and everything was all
right already. You made him totally believe we were attacking your
world. Now all the bandits will rush home and leave us alone here on
Earth.
Yeah. Like I promised. You promised, too. Promised somet'in'.
Oh, all right. (Maybe it wasn't the traditional approach, Visser Three
admitted, but you couldn't get a voluntary Andalite host through torture
alone. Though that, too, was most certainly necessary.) All right.
And then it was so good. Back home. Only a memory, he knew, but so real,
much more real than he could ever have remembered by himself. It was Esplin
who had the power to bring everything back. The worst pain and grief. But
other things, too. It only depended on how well he pleased him. He'd figured
this out twenty years ago, and it had made things so much easier.
Now, for example, he was back once again. With his daughters and Jahar,
and Mother and Father, back when they had still been alive, and Arbat,
and their sister Krasnaya, when she was still hoping for kids...
Before the Yeerks. Before the war.
Before Akdor's betrayal. Before his own betrayal.
A/N: Now, if you're depressed and in need of an antidote, go read "The
Dream" by Daughter of Demetri, or "Golden Screams" by Jekkal. And here are
some fics I haven't read "from cover to cover", but that have some parts
about Alloran that could serve as antidotes for this fic: "The
Victory" by Animorphgirl; "OOC Story! Uhh..." by You'dNevaGuess aka
Aniphangorl; Jekkal's "Morphers" series (she's only posted the tip of the
iceberg here, there's a lot more on her homepage); Spiletta42's "The
Order" (spoilers for #s45-46; Alloran's freed in Part III) and "The
Voyage"; and of course "Daughter" by Arwen (if you don't want to search
long, read the epilogue first).
privately. And if he would truly have done what you asked?!
Woulda been good, too. His body was still weak from the snake's
venom. No, not his body. Visser Three's. He had to be taught that. Yeah. It
woulda ended. At least.
You know you can't do this sort of thing. You know. By now, you should
truly know.
Was de firs' time. I jus'...it jus' came ova' me.
But later, too! There you were, and all you could think of was your
family! And if you would have fainted earlier, without time to...?!
Dat was what. Made it credible. These sentences were so long.
Is that truly why you sent word to the girls and Jahar? Really and
truly? Did you have no other reason than to win that little aristh's
trust?
There was no use lying. Just no use. Another thing he should have
learned. Had to be taught. No. Yes. You know. I wanted him to
tell. Dat's why I asked him. So he'd tell. So dey'd know.
Well, then. And you do realize this shouldn't have been your top
priority, don't you?
Like I said. I'm sorry. I'll do betta' nex' time. I hope so. If dere's
a nex' time.
I'll really have to think about that yet. Maybe in a few years. When
you've seen the alternatives a few more thousand times. The alternatives
were mostly an old Andalite man, later a woman. Andalites were an
advanced species, they could cure cancer. Usually. In younger, stronger
people.
At least it had been so twenty years ago. Maybe today it would have been
different. But it had happened more than twenty years ago. Even if Esplin
could make it feel like the present to him. Again and again. He knew one
could only lose his parents once. But still, those feelings.
Please, no. Jus' came ova' me. So long, since. Please. It hurts
so. Each time ova'. Again. You know dat. Know what it's like fo' me.
Uh-huh, that's why I keep doing it.
But please. I did do betta'. In de end. I did do it.
Yeah, you did do that right, Visser Three said, and everything was all
right already. You made him totally believe we were attacking your
world. Now all the bandits will rush home and leave us alone here on
Earth.
Yeah. Like I promised. You promised, too. Promised somet'in'.
Oh, all right. (Maybe it wasn't the traditional approach, Visser Three
admitted, but you couldn't get a voluntary Andalite host through torture
alone. Though that, too, was most certainly necessary.) All right.
And then it was so good. Back home. Only a memory, he knew, but so real,
much more real than he could ever have remembered by himself. It was Esplin
who had the power to bring everything back. The worst pain and grief. But
other things, too. It only depended on how well he pleased him. He'd figured
this out twenty years ago, and it had made things so much easier.
Now, for example, he was back once again. With his daughters and Jahar,
and Mother and Father, back when they had still been alive, and Arbat,
and their sister Krasnaya, when she was still hoping for kids...
Before the Yeerks. Before the war.
Before Akdor's betrayal. Before his own betrayal.
A/N: Now, if you're depressed and in need of an antidote, go read "The
Dream" by Daughter of Demetri, or "Golden Screams" by Jekkal. And here are
some fics I haven't read "from cover to cover", but that have some parts
about Alloran that could serve as antidotes for this fic: "The
Victory" by Animorphgirl; "OOC Story! Uhh..." by You'dNevaGuess aka
Aniphangorl; Jekkal's "Morphers" series (she's only posted the tip of the
iceberg here, there's a lot more on her homepage); Spiletta42's "The
Order" (spoilers for #s45-46; Alloran's freed in Part III) and "The
Voyage"; and of course "Daughter" by Arwen (if you don't want to search
long, read the epilogue first).