“Been busy doing research, like everyone else on the planet. We saved a few of the younger ones, at least. There will be some pure Sarrans left after this debacle. Maybe we should have taken up the Alliance’s offer of clones. Goddess knows, having no center for a Triad, or a center that can’t cement the Bond, would be the same as fucking a corpse.”
“Sarrans don’t clone people,” Bane said.
“Yes, I know. Sarrans don’t clone people. Sarrans mate for life. Sarrans have only one Bond brother. Sarrans protect. Sarrans preserve. Laptard’s piss, Bane, you know how sick I am of that litany. How moral is the alternative?”
“What do you mean?”
“What we are actually doing? We plan to kidnap a group of primitive fems from a world on the outer edges of the galaxy. Taking them away from everything familiar, and let’s not forget, using them like breeding cattle. This is morality? Can we claim the moral high ground here?” Flagen asked.