Vreta had gone out onto a balcony looking out over the city of Threria. All of its millions of inhabitants still went about their business oblivious to the historic events transpiring under their noses. He almost envied them…especially when part of his job was trying to find a way to get through Agent 595’s thick skull. “I know very well what you are, Agent. I may not be familiar with the ethos of your organization, but I have to assume you bear loyalty to your people, at least. Your planet. Is it much of a risk for me to say that you want what you believe is best for the people of your planet?”

Leaning forward onto the railing in front of him, Vreta carefully weighed his words in his ming before continuing. “Is it so hard to believe that I want the same for your people? That we want the same? I’m not going to claim that we are just charitable saints looking to be heroes to all the other species, but believe it or not, life [i]is[/i] actually something we cherish. Even ignoring everything about the Hegemon, Outremer is facing what you would call a…humanitarian crisis. Your central organizing infrastructure is collapsing, which by itself could create refugees numbering in the billions. That kind of suffering, that loss of life, that’s just not something we can ignore. You’ve felt my mind, my memories, you [i]know[/i] I’m telling the truth. Add the possibility of the Hegemon on top of that, and I think it’s undeniable that we stand a better chance working together. You have your secrets, and I respect that, but I saw your memory too. I know there is more about your organization than meets the eye. Would we not stand a better chance if we can cooperate without the lies? Would we not get more done if we weren’t constantly second-guessing one another? You might find us more agreeable than you’re expecting.”