... she doesn't, he thought, seem like a traitor. Such bright, clear eyes. She seems, so nice, so trusting, so innocent. It was foolish to have been afraid of meeting her. She's small and harmless. I wish she weren't a traitor; maybe—
But Forential knows.
(How about the war? Why did Forential say there was a war?)
Forential knows. He said to kill her.
Julia, studying him with faint amusement, said "Have you looked at your brain? I have a picture of a human brain here. I want to show you how alike they are."
"Lyrians have a superficial resemblance to earthlings."
"Look at this. Very similar. The same, almost."
Walt shifted uneasily. Her eyes did not move from his face. What was she getting at?
"I wonder," she said, "why we ... Lyrians ... have had certain powers given to us just recently? Why, before, we were no different than earthlings?"
Walt frowned. He didn't want to think about it. He had a job to do.