The Hork-Bajir Chronicles <You're a fool, Seerow.  A soft, sentimental, well-meaning fool.  And now my men are dead and the Yeerks are loose in the galaxy.  How many will die before we can bring this contagion under control?  How many will die for Seerow's Kindness?> --Alloran I am Dak Hamee.  I am different.  I am the seer.  I am to show my people a new way. <You were not born because of the coming of Andalites.  You were born because the Yeerks are here.> --Aldrea "Either they will learn to fight and hurt and kill, or they will learn to be slaves.  Both will destroy them.  Killers or slaves.  They will be one or the other.  Killers or slaves." --Dak It was too late for Dak:  He knew that the stars were not flowers. --Aldrea <It's too late to be worrying about all that.  This is a war!  If you want your people to survive, you will--> "Be quiet, Aldrea.  These are my people who will die today.  Be quiet, Andalite.  Be quiet." --Aldrea, Dak "We're in this together, Dak.  If the Quantum virus is released, now I will die, too." "I don't want that!" "I do, Dak.  I'll live or die with you." --Aldrea, Dak But I could see Aldrea.  Different now, a Hork-Bajir.  And yet still Aldrea.  I could see her.  And that would be enough. --Dak