Nahad dwelled on Alger's words as he watched Yashoku walk away. The fish wasn't about to stop him.<br/><br/>"I know the fish native to this planet probably aren't, but..." he trailed off, not sure what thought he was trying to articulate. He knew there was an enormous mental gap between his kind and the fish served here as food. Yet he felt sentimental toward them and hypersensitive about their treatment. Nahadnowen valued nonsentient fish much as most humans valued chimpanzees and gorillas. Perhaps he was overreacting; perhaps his feelings for these fish were irrational. Yet he couldn't help but dread that there would be a correlation between how these students treated "normal" fish and how they treated him.