"That's true," he concedes. He still isn't sold on the idea of letting a stranger haul him through the air, though, until Orlit mocks:

<Go ahead, stay behind and starve.>

...and he remembers the Fugue, and how much it hurt before he finally accepted (or at least tolerated, or at least temporarily faced) what had happened and went down to the Yeerk pool.

"I can't really say no."