trans_9 | Closed to Animorphs and Guards.

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Closed to Animorphs and Guards.

His hands itched. So did the backs of his ankles. And his head hurt.

It was rather annoying to not be able to scratch the itch. The headache was more troubling. It was going to get worse, but for the moment it was just an ache behind his eyes, aggravating more for the reminder than the actual physical pain.

He was helpless.

He let his head lull forward, resting his chin on his chest and testing the bindings on his hands. They were solid, and it didn't give in the least. They didn't even have the decency to scratch the damned itch.

He was hungry, and that would get worse as well. He had a feeling the current small portions of food would continue until he starved. He would get the added pleasure of his host's hunger making his own worse.

< They're going to kill you. > Tom's voice was soft, invasive, and annoying.

< That should make you happy. You're getting everything you wanted, aren't you Tommy-boy? >

The host was silent, considering.

Iniss kept his head down, soon, perhaps, one of his jailers would decide to lecture him, and who knew what might happen then?

If he pretended to be asleep, maybe they would just leave him alone.

((Occ: Give me what day you're on when you tag in, and we'll just do it sorta day by day? I guess? Maybe? Suggestions?)

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"I'd rather not, thank you. I already have a headache trying to keep track." The words were dry, and he shifted again. "I'm making the attempt now."

He shrugged. "I don't know. Tom doesn't remember and his former yeerk died." He could understand hatred of Visser Three. He wasn't exactly fond of the crazy yeerk either, death for such pointless reasons was incredibly frustrating, and Visser Three would kill for something as simple as someone looking at him wrong.

Tom likely wouldn't want the explanation, if he thought it was going to be offered. The entire situation was giving him a a massive headache.

Iniss thought he'd like to forget that Elfangor had ever brought the crazy woman up.

< Then if you are comfortable with that choice, you can go into stasis until it's done if such a project exists, > Elfangor said.

< ...doesn't matter either way. Things have changed now. Even if it's the same moment of return, he will not have a weak, injured enemy to deal with. >

"Remember that I don't trust you." His voice was dry, looking away again. "And even if I did believe you, the moment I loved in a synthetic host, your pack of bloodthirsty followers would hunt me down."

Iniss paused, lips twitching into a wry smile. "Just avoid killing this body, if you can."

< They are not bloodthirsty, > Elfangor said. < They have just been shoved into a war someone their age really shouldn't have had to be. >

< ...I will. I don't have to kill and humans aren't too hard to knock out with the flat of a tail blade. >

"Which makes them blood thirsty and callus. You can dress it up however you want, they are killers."

He shook his head. "I'm sure he'll appreciate the additional headache."

< No more than any Yeerk in a host. At least they would attempt to make it quick and painless. >

< I'm sure he will not mind as much as you like to make it sound like. >

"You know...I'm fairly certain I can count the creatures I've killed on one hand still. Which likely makes me the only one of this little pack of murderers, you know? Dead is still dead, no matter how painless."

He shrugged. "Why don't you ask him? I'll even be nice and tell you his answer."

< You do no always have to spill blood to kill a creature, > Elfangor said. < And I doubt you would ever stop another from dying unless they were somehow 'useful' to you. >

< Am I really expected to believe that? >

"No? Hope springs eternal or some such rot. He's still alive, he's well taken care of." He shrugged his shoulders faintly. "Depends, really. Everyone is useful in their own way, it's a balance of risk verses return, though. You don't charge- Well, you might, I don't charge into something unless the chances of me getting back out are higher than the chances of me dying."

He shrugged. "I haven't lied to you a single time since we started talking. The truth is more effective."

< And has he been your only host? > Elfangor asked. < And I'd have to see it to believe something like that. Charge in, where there's a chance you might be hurt? It'd almost be noble for a Yeerk. >

< Fine. I'll humor you. What's his opinion? >

"No, I've had three before him. One a Geed who had been a host so long it didn't even remember it's name, a Hork Bajir who really didn't like me, but liked me better than he did his last, and an older human who worked Sharing functions. He wasn't voluntary but he was tired. James was his name."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Like I said, there'd need to be a greater chance for me to get out unharmed, but yes."

He turned inward a little, poking at his host.

< What was the question? If I'd appreciate being knocked out? > There was a faint touch of confusion. < Was the other option getting my head removed? >

Iniss snorted faintly. "He wants to know if the other option was getting his head removed from his shoulders?"

< Ah, because taking those who were already mostly dead inside is so much better, > Elfangor said. Apparently an Andalite could do sarcasm.

< Unless I could somehow get away without his Yeerk firing at me, yes. >

"He was assigned to the children to learn how to do it." He shrugged his shoulder faintly. "I stayed in him my hour and then left to be assigned to my full time host." He really didn't care, Elfangor had asked.

< Then yes, I prefer being unconscious, even if it means having Temrash in my head again. >

"He says Yes, he prefers being unconscious, even if it means having his first yeerk in his head again."

He looked at Elfangor, thoughtful.

< And you got a Hork Bajir right away? > He always thought there was a process. Or perhaps that was all there was?

< So a Yeerk can be honest. Or he'd prefer to be dead. Either way, I'd prefer to pay back those children. He survived this long with a will still alive somewhere, so he could last however long things will go then. > He did have more sway in the Andalite military to maybe get help earlier on.

"I was lucky." He shrugged again.

"Pay back which children? And what would this body being alive have to do with anything?" His eyebrow arched, head titling in confusion. "And no. Not one of those hosts." He actually preferred that, in his own way.

< Is that so? >

< The ones who are in the Resistance. I had wanted to keep Earth out the war, but I didn't. The least I can do is let Marco have his wish of helping his friend's brother. Even if he doesn't know he'd wish that at that time, > Elfangor said.

"So you're the reason the teenagers are fighting a war then, huh? Kind of you."

He paused, scowling faintly. "Marco should mind his own business, this isn't his problem."

< does that mean Jake was involved too? > The words were soft, almost a whisper. A thought his host seemed almost unwilling to have.

The yeerk paused again. "And Jake?"

< In an indirect way, > Elfangor said. He was not going to say they were morph capable. < If I had succeeded in my mission, then they might not have. >

< You are the one infesting someone he knows. You have no right to say what is his business. >

< I couldn't say. He just said Tom was his best friend's brother. > Again, he wasn't going to give information the humans didn't give themselves. If it confused the Yeerk, then that was fine.

"An indirect way. Meaning what, you told them or you gave them the weapons to fight? And if you had succeeded in your mission, a great many things would have been very different."

He shrugged his shoulder. "He's from the future. It's still none of his business." His eyes narrowed a little. "Do you know Jake, Elfangor?"

< I had wanted to protect the Earth. I knew about it long before most of the Yeerks. I had failed, so in an indirect way, I am responsible they had to fight, > Elfangor said.

< No, > Elfangor said. He hadn't met Jake yet, though he knew he was onboard. And he never got his name. So really, he only knew of Jake, but didn't know him. < Only what has been mentioned to me from Marco. > And Aximili and Tobias, but he didn't add that.

"So you left a bunch of kids to do it for you...Huh." he turned his head back towards the wall, frowning faintly.

"If Jake were involved, I could understand, but Marco is just nosing in where he shouldn't."

< I would assume there's more than just them, but when it comes to a Resistance, you get what you can, > Elfangor said.

< Unlike Yeerks, they can care about the fate of those who are not just directly tied to them. >

"You have high hopes for a small pack of freedom fighters than seem s to mostly consist of teenagers." He kept frowning. "If you were involved, that means it had to occur before your death. Marco was what...13..?"

Tom's memories seemed to point to something happening that year, though it was hard to track down exactly what. "To borrow a human expression, potato patato. Either way he's causing trouble needlessly."

< I've known about Earth for decades. I know he's involved because he could recognize what an Andalite was when he came on board. After it was confirmed he wasn't a Yeerk, I heard what has happened, > Elfangor siad.

< Only from your perspective. Not from others. To others, he's showing compassion for his friend and his family. >

"So you'd never met him before that, but you still take responsibility. Odd. I've never known Andalites to take the blame for much bad in the universe. They seem to like sweeping it under the rug."

Iniss gave another vague shrug, it was a bad habit, but an invasive one. It was a very communicative gesture. "I think our definitions for the same thing run in vastly different directions." And it was very possible that Marco was taking his mommy issues out on the first yeerk that fell into his hands. But family had always been a confusing thing to him.

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