The Qaktoro watched them discuss, his eyes shifting left, then right, then left again, as though he were watching a highly active game of Otamalvu Kamu'ka, a Poku competitive sport whose name might be translated to 'scratchball'. If these two specimens were indicative of their species as a whole, then the Senti were an exciting people to speak with. But that revelation... that their metal corpses were melted down... He continued to reel from it. He tried to focus.
He had noted that they spoke of Flotillas, and after looking up the word, he learned of its meaning. By their words, the Senti had lost a homeworld just as the old Qaktoro Empire had, though... Half a million years? Had he heard that correctly? That was quite a long time to wander, if they were both using similar measurements of time.
As they spoke of a Great Library, and of Katamurans and a First Warrior, Toidorno was quite lost. He couldn't assemble, from context, the meaning of some of these titles in the history the two women were debating. Ahh, but then they had returned the question him and to his people. Fascinating that they were able to so quickly juggle their own discussion, and return to the topic at hand. Nimble minds, he surmised.
"The Clan does not kill without reason. When we have reason, we do kill, and we do not feel guilt for doing so. The soul will find its judgment, as too will the killer, if their act was unjust. In certain conditions, we may... practice a... ritual self-death." He checked his tablet. "Ritual suicide. For sake of honor, to prevent shame, to protect family. The soul is released. It is not commonly done, but it is done." He halted to share further, as there were other Clan cultural practices, and one in particular, which were a source of interspecies distress. They were practices that some in the Clan had begun to decry, particularly as it pertained to the debate over joining the Star Empire.
The topic returned to how a people treated its dead. "Some of the faithful believe that a soul does not always leave a body immediately. The body that was once alive, if it is harmed, can wound the soul. Or, the soul that has left is dishonored by the treatment of its body. Many in our clan speak to the souls of their dead, ask for advice, assistance. But to the bodies... Many families have their own way. Some burn, some extract the water, some embalm and release into stars." He felt he should explain that the Clan had not been a 'terrestrial' species for many centuries, until recently. "Our people, also... suffered a time of traveling exodus in space, but it was... merely a brief point compared to your Senti, based on your words. Ours lasted fifty years. But we then settled on a fixed station, not on a planet. Only recently have our paws touched soil once again."
He looked at them both. "You spoke of a man whose soul was... moved by this technology. What led to this occurring? If the Empire committed an act against your wishes, I trust that they would attempt to correct the... things." The word 'situation' was beyond him at the moment, and not something that was easy to translate at a moment's notice.