Of course you only speak for you. One translucent head goes to its temple, rubbing at the pain growing behind it. How would that go? I emerge to the surface, inform everyone else that a human agreed to plunge his entire race back into slavery, and they just all go along with it? Let's dispense with the idea that I'm engaged in some foolish verbal chicanery, if we may. I don't need to do that sort of thing.

These humans are really hard on its air of implacable power.

Finally opening its eyes again, the ghost faces its living cousin. Have you not noticed they are our inferiors? In strength, in power, in lifespan, in magic. Pitiful flesh. Weak muscles. No flight. Inability to wield true magic. Foolish. Uninformed. They serve no value and no purpose other than as slaves to us. Though they escaped that fate once, they shall be bound to it once more. Whether they will or no. Willing would simply be easier.