Author's note: Written for darth vader es cool 5's "Defiled Heart" Challenge.
Moron.
Nah…not good enough for you.
Hogren kalach?
A little closer.
Dimwit, numbskull, idiot…
Tell me this, Gedd-brain, how long have you been on Berand? Longer than I have, certainly. And yet, you can't come up with a decent plan?
Fact. We are being attacked by Andalites. Fact. You seem to have an obsession with Andalites, though I don't need to find out as that would involve communication with you, something I try to minimize when it doesn't involve me beating you in fights-verbal or otherwise.
Dullard, slowpoke…
So if you're so brilliant, Andalite-lover, haven't you come up with some decoy to lure them together? And a way to destroy them?
Uh-huh. I didn't think so.
Of course, it wouldn't have to be a decoy. In fact, I'd prefer it if it wasn't-so long as it was you. Of course.
Wait, did I just give you credit for being smart enough to know that?
Since you won't be reading this, it doesn't matter. I can promise this: there is no possibility you can read this.
Illiterate…
Okay, so you're not that. But I'm in my room, typing this on my own computer. All my documents are encrypted in the standard way, accessible only by scanning my card. (I can't wait until I become a Visser and get a bio-scan security system) But this one will be buried deeper, hidden behind a password. A password I'll jab out with my host's fingers every time I want to access this file, so violently that the key labels could fall off. (I need to see a Gedd techie about that…)
No one will ever guess this is my password.
That's the point of having a password.
Fool…
You could sacrifice yourself and become a hero. To everyone but me.
So why am I not informing you of my brilliant plan?
Because you won't find it so brilliant.
Why should I care about your opinion?
This is war. It's not about "should". It's about what we do. And I don't care about your opinion.
I don't care about you.
I tell myself that, at least.