B32C33 - Can't

He hesitated. <Come out and show yourself and I won't have you killed.>

<Visser? I'm in your ear, Visser. Way down inside your head. I can practically see the real you, the Yeerk slug. And here's the thing you need to think about, Visser: What happens when a morphed Andalite the size of a fly demorphs inside your head?>

<You'd die!> he yelled.

<So would you,> I said.

There was a silence that lasted at least two full minutes.

<You!> he roared for no reason. Then more minutes of silence. Then, I felt his body slump, go limp.

<What do you want?> he said at last.

<What do we want?> I asked Nice Rachel in private thought-speak. <l forget this part.>

<We just want safe passage outside. No guards. Once we're outside, you'll fly out of his ear. After all, you don't want to commit suicide, right? So he'll believe you.>

I relayed this to Visser Three. Five minutes later, we were outside, in the fresh night air. I flew out of his ear.

The Visser backed away. We backed away.