If I turn myself over now, you'll put me in a box and I'll get to stay there until whenever the synthetic hosts are done. And while you and your friends might promise not to hurt me, do you speak for the rest of the ship, or would I find myself, like my brother yeerk, locked in stasis after a sham of a trial to make you all feel better about yourself?

I know what you want. I know what Jake wants. I'm trying to work out a solution that gives all what we want.