Dammit don't talk to him like that. The growl is lower, angrier. But controlled, because he isn't trying to hurt Gar. Which is impressive, in his opinion at least.

"I don't own you. If you were one of my men I could throw you in the brig for the whole journey for insubordination. Or for ticking me off. And you're the one that refuses to explain. All I have of Earth is spy reports and your own history books. And they paint a picture of a greedy, vile little race. People that will be plowed over sooner or later by someone. The Shi'ar probably. They don't care about how sweet and unique you are. They will enslave you and breed you to make better slaves. They will use obedience collars, which can fry the synapses if you disobey too often. And even then you aren't free. They mangle bodies into machines to make you, after your brain has mostly failed, into mechanical abominations to guard them, to torment your fellow man. So don't tell me about the ill I will visit upon your people when your people will still be free."

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