So Taylor is back. And she wants Tobias to help her create democracy. Or so she says. This is a deep book; Tobias is dealing with the after math of his torture, as is Rachel. Tobias is becoming hardened, even more than the others, and so is Cassie. I think the quotes speak for themselves in this one.
"Seems obvious to me," Marco answered. "It's the means, not the end, that interest her. She's keen on democracy because it's a process that will eject Visser Three."
"Do you always assume the worst of people?" Cassie asked.
"Always." Marco smiled. "People are who they are. My bet is that when Taylor failed to break Tobias with torture, the visser sent her packing. She's probably been plotting revenge ever since."
For a second, nobody spoke. Jake glared at Marco and I was pretty sure I knew why. I was guessing it was probably also the reason no one had mentioned how I'd been recaptured in the first place. No one had mentioned that I'd made a huge mistake by rescuing the lost kid. Now I realized why. Marco'd mentioned torture, something he was apparently not supposed to do when I was around, not even in passing.
Their hypersensitivity made me mad. Did they think the memory would mess me up? Couldn't they see me getting stronger? Couldn't they tell I'd be fine?
***
No one said anything. Silent agreement.
Except for Cassie.
Her eyes got wide. She began to stand up.
None of you guys are really thinking about this," she said in a voice that made a couple of older kids sitting at the table next to ours look up.
"Shhh."
"No," she said. "It's wrong. I won't. I don't want to judge you guys, but you're talking about strategy and risk like this is some computer game. Like there aren't others involved. Have you forgotten that we're supposed to be in this to save lives?"
Jake put his hand on her shoulder and gently encouraged her to sit back down. No one seemed to know what to say. She continued. She spoke very quietly, but urgently.
"Has anyone stopped to think that we'll be responsible for the death of hundreds, maybe thousands of people? People who already suffer the worst fate imaginable? And not that any of you care, but we'll be killing thousands of defenseless Yeerks right along with them."
"My God, you mean we'd be killing Yeerks?" Marco said with a straight face. "That's... that's unthinkable!"
No one laughed.
"Let her finish," Rachel whispered.
"They're not all like Visser Three," Cassie went on. "We know that. Some of the Yeerks and Controllers are just kids like us. They never had a choice. They participate or they're eliminated. And it's not like they get the information they need to make an informed decision. If you'd been raised since birth on empire progpaganda, you'd fight to take over Earth, too."
"You make an interesting argument," Ax said through a mouthful of nachos. "But there are a lot of inconsistencies between what you say and what you do." He swallowed noisily. "How can you make this argument knowing what you've done in the past?"
"That's different," Cassie responded forcefully. "I'm not against defending myself and you guys. I hate violence, but self-defense is justified, in all societies. Unlike murdering people..."
"Killing slugs," Marco corrected.
"Killing Yeerks when they're defenseless, when they're not engaged in battle, when they're not actively threatening our lives... no! You don't... why can't you... can't you see!" She stopped. I could almost feel the passion radiating from her body. "It's... it's just not right."
"But they are threatening our lives," Rachel insisted. "Not just ours, everyone's. Just by being who they are."
"Yeah, and why do you think they're at the Yeerk pool?" Marco put in. "I can tell you this much. It's not because they're planning Earth Day activities.
"Look, during World War Two we bombed factories and highways and railroads. Even regular cities. Just because someone's not wearing a uniform or carrying a weapon doesn't mean they're not fighting a war. I know this plan is bad, Cassie, but we've gotta think of the big picture."
***
"What about Tidwell, and others like him in the peace movement? They have to go to the pool because they'll die if they don't feed. For them, it's no different than eating."
"The peace movement Yeerks are a small minority," Jake countered coldly. "We can't really consider them, except maybe to warn them."
"Not consider them!" Cassie repeated disbelievingly. "What if your brother's at the pool when the gas explodes?"
Jake looked at his hands. "I guess it's a sacrifice I have to deal with in order to protect thousands more," Jake said, his voice now expressionless.
"Jake, I don't believe you!"
"You should," he said, looking back to Cassie. To me. "Besides, family involvement doesn't really come into play here. It can't. The Yeerk pool is a target. End of discussion. It's not like we're bombing a bunch of innocent people at the mall on a Friday afternoon..."
Again, I looked at the people alla round us. Families, couples, kids like us. Enjoying themselves. Here to see a movie, meet their friends, shop for clothes. They'd done the jobs they had to do at work or at school. Now was their chance to relax. Have fun.
Cassie looked around the food court, too, and then back at Jake.
"Isn't it?"
***
said Ax.
Marco asked.
Stop it!> she yelled suddenly.
I said.
I thought of all the stories Ax had told us of entire planets enslaved. Of how that couldn't be enslaved was killed. Of great and peaceful societies destroyed by Yeerks. A Yeerk was in the corner, not twenty feet away. A creature capable fo the greatest evil, cowardly hiding inside a human so that no one would see the threat. How many were there now? Thousands? Fewer? More? Every day there were more human slaves. It was my first thought in the morning and my last thought before I slept.
They'd killed Elfangor, my father. The father I never knew.
The day would come when there would be no one left. An entire planet erased. I couldn't let that happen.
I repeated.
***
But there is always a choice. In any and every situation. It's usually the choice between bad and worse. But it's still a choice.
"Come on," she said again. "Be my host. Offer me your body and you can have anything you want."
Choice. Traitor or...
I asked.
"It is a kind of freedom," she answered.
I asked.
"It is a kind of happiness," she replied.
***
I heard Rachel say.
I stepped around her. My rear legs weakened. Then I saw the bodies. Human bodies. Maybe half a dozen. Male and female. Suited to look like gas company workers.
Sprawled now every which way. They were alive -- barely. They'd obviously been on the losing end of one every fierce battle. None seemed conscious.
Yeerk slugs wriggled and writhed helplessly on the floor.
Jake gasped.
Marco added.
[...] I followed the sound. There was a door to what looked like a little office. I peered in.
And then I saw her, sitting with her elbows on a table, her head in her hands.
Cassie. Crying.
She had turned off the gas and saved our lives. She had done this.
She didn't look up. She didn't move.
With delicate Andalite arms, I tried to lift her from the chair. She stood but was limp in my arms.
Her sobs stopped. Halting half-gasps took their place. She turned in my arms, turned so that she stood and faced me. Her eyes, red and wet, stared up at mine. Salt streaks dried on her face.
"No," she said. "It will never be okay."