Fate is not stupid. Or so is the belief of a man who was raised to believe it with all of his heart. But he doesn't see the point to arguing with such a creature as Gar.

"Slaves? Hardly," Dorrek dismisses. "We will rule, not enslave. We're not that crass."

And yet here he is, with Gar. A captive. An oddity. Hardly can believe that. But he huffs at Gar asking if he would be tortured and experimented on.

"No, why would we do that?"