It is not a secret -- merely a story I seldom share, for it is not a happy one. [He offers Gansey a sympathetic sort of smile, as if regretting that others have to hear a tale such as his own. There is no softening his story, however, so he doesn't try.]

There was an unchecked force of rage and destruction my corner of space, one that was underneath no galactic law, no jurisdiction. They were guilty of planetary genocide, but were in need of forces, and resources. They came to us with their ships and their guns and their rings and demanded compliance; either we were to assist them in interplanetary genocide, or we would be the next planet to be destroyed.

We refused. I am the last of my kind, and my planet is no more.