Jakob, it was a very little hope at best. You did what you could. Man and unman can’t work together. Six hundred home-years of failure should tell you that. Your folly was only their pretext. If they hadn’t turned on us over it, they would have found something else very soon. They’re our enemies as much as the Gaal. Or the Winter. Or the rest of this planet that doesn’t want us. We can make no alliances but among ourselves. We’re on our own. Never hold your hand out to any creature that belongs to this world.
