Whether they deem it necessary or not, we were not offered a choice.

[Her voice is sharp. Maketh fights down the urge to yell. That's not the point of this and she doesn't want to argue with Rey. Her personal feelings don't factor into this.

She's quiet for a moment, thinking.]

We never did figure out how they're feeding off of us. Perhaps something could be done to block it. If they're weak, they'll fall like anything else.