Jara laughed. The sound was hoarse and harsh coming from such an alien throat, huffing caws like a flock of ravens crowing and beating their wings to take the fight out of something. Not an entirely pleasant sound--but then, this wasn't an entirely pleasant subject, either. "Valley must be always own military. Keep home safe from Yeerks. Keep Hork Bajir safe. Toby go with Arn in ship for find weapons, for help make new Hork Bajir. New Hork Bajir fight Yeerks, save Hork Bajir home. Will come back when new Hork Bajir made, Arn said."

Elders and Seers were the closest he and his people tended to come to leaders, though apparently this Jack was not one of either--or at least, not an elder. Shouldn't it have been mentioned if he was a Seer, though? Seers were different. It was the sort of thing one had to know. Daniel's question was enough to make him forget his earlier question for the moment, the theory he had been trying to articulate in his mind; Jara's expression darkened into utter contempt, and a soft, hissing bubbling rose from low in his throat, cut off as his neck snapped forward so he could spit on the floor.

"Visser. Visser meaning of much high Yeerk. Tell many Yeerks what do. Much power. Much terrible things."