His species was dying.
He knew there were a possibility to save his people in mixing their encoding patterns with that of the Turmaki.
But what was their intent as a species? The Ancient Gates were gone, only a few of them had remained after the shift of the Phreal. Tor Amok had chosen to stay along with some friends. The temptation to follow the others had been great, but something was still holding him in the old ways.
He had to talk with their officials and offer them to share their paths.