To my dearest Rachel,
The days are getting harder here. Every day, we spring more and more attacks on each other. The Yeerks are getting stronger, and feeding off of our weaknesses. We're starting to suspect that somehow they may have managed to infest some of our forces - perhaps as much as a sixth. At first, the Andalite Council refused to believe us when we told them, but the Yeerks were at every battle we planned to surprise them at, just waiting for us. Almost as though boasting, or mocking us.
We can't lose a sixth of our force to them! We just can't. Enough of us are dying as it is, we can't have extra good bodies that we need just go over and start to work for the other side. Now that we've managed to convince the Andalites that people on our side have actually been infested, they've come up with a plan that will allegedly inform us of who's a Controller and who isn't, by giving a weekly scan of everyone here.
How can it possibly work? There's too much time in between to make a plan around it, and the scan itself will take too long! All through however long it takes us, our entire camp and ship will be vulnerable, open to attack from anyone who happens to come by. It will never work, but again, they won't listen.
God Rachel, the Yeerks seem to know our every move before we make it! Lurking, waiting for us to try and strike, and then taking the victory as their own. It's killing us. Before long, if it keeps up the way it's going, the Yeerks will be spreading throughout the galaxies again. Before, they had been forced to use guerrilla war tactics, but that's unnecessary for them now.
Somehow, they've gotten stronger. Right under our noses! Right where the Andalites thought they could defeat them with ease, they've grown to be a huge force again. Again!
There are so many examples of wars taking this turn on Earth. If the damn Andalites could just get it through to themselves that they have things to learn from us, that there are still things they don't entirely understand, and get a hold of their out of control arrogance, perhaps they'd be able to get something from us. Turn the tables back again in their favor. But they see humans as good for only one thing.
The Yeerks valued humans initially for our impossibly huge numbers of bodies, and that's in a way what the Andalites value us for as well. They see us as their key source of soldiers. They don't grasp our intelligence, or see use for us in other areas. They refuse to believe that anything out there could possibly rival them in brains. But given the opportunity to learn, we do.
The Yeerks, at least, recognized our other abilities. True, that's probably only the case because they were inside us, unable to not accept our ability to learn, to adapt in mind, if not in body, and they could use it well for their own purposes; but the Andalites. . .they can't even bring themselves to believe the hard evidence before their eyes! All a person has to do is look at what Earth used to be before knowing that they weren't alone, and what it is now.
But I'm letting resentment of fools get the better of me. I can't let this entire thing by my ravings on stupidity and unfairness.
How are you? God Rachel, I miss you so! And Earth in general. Its beauty. Our home. Lili and Rebecca and Jon.
This place is barren. Acrid smoke is always hanging in the air now, and acid rain falls nightly. Just being here, I can see that it's no wonder the Yeerks evolved the way they did. Evil. It's an evil world, it's only natural that it breed evil races.
They had to be, or they would have died. It was the only way they could have survived on this desolate God forsaken place. By being cunning, and ruthless, and vicious. You can see the laws of nature at work here in their purest forms. Only the strong survive. I'm actually starting to find myself feeling something almost like compassion for the Yeerks, being forced to survive here, and I almost can't blame them for trying to come after Earth. It's the only thing they know, and if I was raised here, I would certainly do anything I could to be able to get away.
You may not understand this, for even though there world is horrible, they did try to take us over by force. But, God, you've never been here Rachel, and I honestly hope you never will. I would never wish this place on anyone.
In truth, I doubt I'd ever have been able to survive this place had it not been for my memories of my life on Earth. With you. Your hair, glowing in the sun, like gold. The tangy scent of trees. Flowers. It's given me a whole new understanding.
When this is all over; if it's ever over, I'll spend as much time as I can among nature's beauty, to catch up with all I've missed while I've been here. Braid bluebells into Lili's hair, make Rebecca a crown of daisies, take Jon boating. Maybe drag them all off to pay Cassie a visit. She can tell them all they want to know and more. I'll drag all of you off on hikes, and picnics in the woods.
You'll all hate me for it, I'm sure, especially the kids, but I'll adore every minute of it.
I can picture it if I close my eyes, almost feel it. But then the sounds of Dracon fire in the distance draw me back, and I'm here in my ground quarters again. Among the fire, the smoke, the hate, the war.
Something I hoped never to face again, and yet here I am, in its heart.
I must go now, Rachel dearest, the war calls, leaving you for another day.
Lovingly forever,
Tobias.