"Toby has much other worries now. For own self. Toby in more danger than Jara Hamee before. Go do much important thing." Jara admitted, not without some regret. Toby going into space, alone, with only the Arn and the Animorphs for company.... He hadn't wanted to see her go alone. He had feared for her--he still did fear for her, like any father would. But... it was a good thing, a necessary thing, a brave thing. She was doing what needed to be done. She would be a hero, like her great-grandfather, like her great-grandmother whose ixcila she followed. She would be a shining light to those new Hork Bajir, a priceless guide like her namesake.
He had grieved in his hearts to let her go alone. But he would not have held her back for anything.
Just as she was needed to help restore the Hork Bajir to their home, so too had he been needed to help their own home, to keep the Valley together in her absence. Their own Hork Bajir could not have done easily without them both.
Jara followed Daniel more closely now, listening to the descriptions to try and keep them in mind, to try and understand. "Jack O'Neill like elder?" A pack leader, a boss, he knew what those things were. He knew from when he had been infested; the thought made him scowl, his menacing visage only made even more savage with the unspoken anger that seethed quietly beneath it. "Or like Visser...."
But no, Daniel was nice. This Jack O'Neill couldn't be like a Visser, could he? Vissers were terrible and cruel, and Daniel wouldn't be friends with such a person. He did his best to push the thought aside, and consider the somewhat more realistically troubling one that presented itself instead. A trouble that....
Well.... honestly, he found the thought of where they were to bring him more pain and regret than fear. And he was not used to thinking so abstractly, to considering maybes and what ifs and possibilities.... to theorizing the way he was starting to now, if only a little. But what he saw now seemed to fit so neatly into what he knew, it seemed sensible to at least ask. He knew what he believed. But if Daniel thought otherwise, then maybe he could show that it was not so.
"Daniel friend.... You and Jack O'Neill and Samantha Carter and Teal'c friends before in danger?"
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He had grieved in his hearts to let her go alone. But he would not have held her back for anything.
Just as she was needed to help restore the Hork Bajir to their home, so too had he been needed to help their own home, to keep the Valley together in her absence. Their own Hork Bajir could not have done easily without them both.
Jara followed Daniel more closely now, listening to the descriptions to try and keep them in mind, to try and understand. "Jack O'Neill like elder?" A pack leader, a boss, he knew what those things were. He knew from when he had been infested; the thought made him scowl, his menacing visage only made even more savage with the unspoken anger that seethed quietly beneath it. "Or like Visser...."
But no, Daniel was nice. This Jack O'Neill couldn't be like a Visser, could he? Vissers were terrible and cruel, and Daniel wouldn't be friends with such a person. He did his best to push the thought aside, and consider the somewhat more realistically troubling one that presented itself instead. A trouble that....
Well.... honestly, he found the thought of where they were to bring him more pain and regret than fear. And he was not used to thinking so abstractly, to considering maybes and what ifs and possibilities.... to theorizing the way he was starting to now, if only a little. But what he saw now seemed to fit so neatly into what he knew, it seemed sensible to at least ask. He knew what he believed. But if Daniel thought otherwise, then maybe he could show that it was not so.
"Daniel friend.... You and Jack O'Neill and Samantha Carter and Teal'c friends before in danger?"