He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
"Words not ideas, aliens Amentans make ideas words, magic not know ideas words, magic need Amentans ideas talk."
"Read minds bad," she says, quietly but firmly. "--Think you talk, you touch trash, I talk you red."
Nod. "Magic translation--close enough reading minds, don't when not-magic translation. Yellows don't know alien languages, Odette Illia don't know Amentan languages, need magic translation."
"Everyone will want to get you to do things and make it look like their idea," he says. "I'm not claiming to have nobler motives but I can't compete with myself in three hundred directions and the full Senate is more than capable of that. The polymath Cadra keeps mentioning is brilliant and not obviously disloyal but his sister is being cultivated by another senator's office."