<I pity you, Aximili,> Estrid said. <How did you endure it? How could you bear to live among such inferior creatures?> <They have fought well in the past. But they are demoralized by the prospect of certain defeat.> Her voice was skeptical. <Perhaps. But no Andalite would behave so. Even in defeat, we are proud.> She sounded arrogant and vain. Like me.
