He looked down at the little cub in his palm, thoroughly speechless. "I've crossed paths with Commander Yuel before—well... I suppose he's the Archon now. He speaks far more pleasantly than you do."
"And that's exactly why you're considered dumb," Terry said, shaking his head with a look of profound concern for Sylas's IQ. "My daddy only speaks pleasantly to you for one reason, and that's because you're useful to him. He isn't completely honest like me, saying whatever comes to mind."
Sylas sighed. "Alright, you can stop talking now."
He was already feeling miserable enough. It had been less than an hour since he boarded the starship, cleared his mind, and realized he had been thoroughly tricked into recognizing a Zerg bug as his female master.
