“But you do own me whether you admit it or not. You want to pretend to be the good guy and even right here comforting yourself that you’re not like someone else so you don’t have to challenge yourself. Taking over Earth with subversion and lies and deceit doesn’t make you better. Maybe we have a different version of the word free but you can’t be free if someone has their boot on your neck if you don’t do exactly as they wish,” Gar pushes at Dorrek as fruitless as that is in a clear attempt to move him from the door.

“Everytime i have tried to tell you about my people you tell me I’m wrong and naive. How can you expect more from me? I have no faith in your supposed good will.”

Please stop growling, Dorrek. His brain really can’t handle the split of fear and dammit that’s sexy.