Tarkin: "I do small favors for certain people. I once balanced these favors between opposing sides. Lately, my efforts have become a bit more lopsided. Balance is no longer necessary. Some of these people have an appreciation for fingers—not tentacles, my friend, not palps, but human fingers—reaching into a great many stellar soup bowls, testing the temperature to see if they are ready for the eating."
Sienar: "Why the concern that they be human?"
Tarkin: "Humans are the future, Raith."
Sienar: "Some of my best designers are not even remotely human."
Tarkin: "Yes, and we employ nonhumans wherever they are useful, for now. But mark my words, Raith. Humans are the future."