“I do want to address something you said
earlier about Hamza’s reaction to this situation. My young, he’s reacting as
any Tah’Narian would. I’m not sure why this concerns you,” Doc said.
“Oh good grief, Doc, really? You’ve been mated
to a human for how long now?” John pried the comm out of Doc’s hand. “And don’t
flatten those ears of yours at me either.”
Neo snorted. He knew that tone of voice. His dabba
was in trouble.
“Neo? I want you to remember that neither Duran
nor Jolak are human. You, on the other hand, do have human DNA—mine,”
John said. “I raised you to understand my culture and to understand human
perspective. Hamza does not have human DNA. As your dabba
said, he’s reacting like a Tah’Narian would. What Doc should have added was
he’s reacting like a pure-blooded Tah’Narian. They were once a warrior
race.”
“Once?” Doc growled. “My love, we still are! We
are fearless. We are merciless. We are—”
“Hotheaded, and that’s putting it nicely.” John
rolled his eyes. “Hamza is responding as his genetics demand. Do not look for
human empathy, my young, because there is nothing human about your mate.
Hamza is decidedly angry, and for a Tah’Narian, that can be deadly.”
“Empathy and genetics aside, the Ne Reyn have committed a grave offense,” Doc added. 
