There are a lot of Amentan countries. Vanda Nossëo representatives are dispatched to all of them. These Elves (two with black hair, one with silver) take a shuttle down from the lightleaper to a country called Calado, and radio ahead to request permission to land at a elegant modern spaceport.
"It's not going to make people - most comfortable - if they - notice that if you had slightly fewer things you'd be insisting on the reds instead of helping us. It's good that you have enough things to do both, if you come up with another way to get their jobs done I don't care what you do with them, but if you didn't..."
"It would be nice if you were treating them - just the way that was necessary to satisfy your pollution thing. They can't go places, okay. It's legal to torture and murder them - that's not something you need. Where being decent to them actually involves putting this stress on you, okay, that's really hard. But - there's lots of decency to them just lying on the ground for free and no one thinks it's worth the effort to lean over to pick it up."
Sigh. "If we had less resources then I think we'd just take them to another planet, give you robots, and hope that after they'd been gone for a while you were - more palatable allies. If we didn't have resurrection then people might want to, you know, put the torturers and murderers on trial ourselves, so I guess it's a good thing we've got that."
"I should probably not get into this. We do have the resources we have, we're not going to hold anyone accountable for atrocities you committed under scarcity, these aren't the kind of conditions that make people their best selves.
But if for some reason we'd had to choose whether to be allies and friends with the reds or the clean Amentans, uh, they're a lot more sympathetic and indescribably less of a diplomatic liability. So. Yeah. If it'd come to that, we wouldn't be friends."