Chapter Twelve
"That's murder!" Cried Joan. "There are human beings on this ship."
"Keep it down!" Hissed John. "There are humans in those spheres. Human heads! If we don't stop them, there will be more of them. It would take an act of Galactic Congress to stop and quartenteen this ship, so we…"
"You snake!" Sorry Joan. "You're not human."
John calmly put a spoonful of sugar in his tea, and was spreading jam on a scone when he looked up, and said, "No, I'm not human. Just like your father. Just like half of you. Do you think I want Innocents to die? What am I to do? Let the Enemy win?
"If I learned anything from that Carpenter Whose name you had me baptized in, is that defeats will turn into victories if we do the what's right."
"I admire your faith. But there is only a hundred of them right now. If they get to Earth…"
"Then we'll have more room to fight them. More room means less collateral casualties. Right, Warrior? So, what are you going to do?"
"Order some steak and kidney pie," laughed John. "We're going to need our strength if we are going to fight a traditional battle."
Joan turned green at the thought of kidneys in a pie. "Thanks for making the human choice, Godfather. You're not bad for an alien."