"Defining... moment?" a kasatha says, wearing polished and shimmering gold and black armor as he narrows his eyes and folds two of his arms across his chest, pointing accusingly at Zo! with another, the mote near his head pulsing in agitation.
"You televised it when you voted me off your show, exiled me out into the wastes of Eox, and watched as an Ellicoth almost trampled me to death!! It's only because of my solar awakening that I survived at all!"