[ Of course it has to be more complicated than that. There has to be more to a war than "they just hate us". Even if it's something like "Zarkon is a giant bag of dicks who wants to rule the entire universe with an iron fist". Pidge frowns at her, lips locked in a scowl. ]

Is that how this works, then? We're just vessels for the symbiotes to ride around in so they can survive a little while longer? There's a word for that, you know: parasite.