"Yes, we're little squashed things, so sad, so exploitable, something like that? Whatever." Sure, that 'renewable resource' thing sounded ominous in the abstract, but it wasn't exactly a foreign idea when his whole job, hisobsession, was making more and better Grineer on an industrial scale. That was just life! Impossible to explain? Nah. He knew how this worked.

"So selfless," he crooned, leaning in a little closer. "Why, though? What's your motivation here? How do you get your satisfaction?"