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You continue to disappoint me, mundane. Your high-minded ideas of progress and change were what led to our separation, and simply because you're fond gives you no excuse to simply pull me out for your own amusement.

I'm a busy man, and I have no time for your whims. If you want to do something, then take initiative, rather than simply occupying my time with nonsense. If you had a plan, then perhaps we could speak on this further. Until then, I have more pressing matters to attend to.

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No. This isn't the way to help humanity- or anyone else. Look at yourself! You're no better than Saren! [She's working that Paragon score for all it's worth.]

Saren was attempting to destroy us all! I was going to help us!

Edited 2012-09-22 05:30 (UTC)

By indoctrinating your followers? By turning the kids from Grissom Academy into your own personal hit squad?! By implanting Reaper tech into yourself?! No! All you've done is hurt the very people you claim you were trying to protect!

Edited 2012-09-22 05:34 (UTC)

Anything to achieve the results necessary.

Humanity doesn't want what you offer. I don't. Anderson- [A pause.] -Anderson wouldn't want it.

Anderson doesn't answer for the whole of humanity.

Neither do you, Illusive Man.

But I know who does. Personally.

Heh. [Okay, that earns a grudging little chuckle.] And you clearly don't know her as well as you think you do. Surprising turn of events for some colony kid, huh?

There was a hand guiding that rise.

That colony kid could have been dead in space.

She already was once. Like Lazarus from the grave. -Or Dante out of Hell, if you want to be poetic. Right down to defanging the guard dog.

[Yes, that's a Cerberus joke. What're you gonna do about it?] Look. I'm not ungrateful about being brought back to life. But that doesn't mean that I'll willingly sell humanity's soul for your cause du jour.

I wouldn't be so sure on the defanging.

Mmmn, nope. I'd say it's pretty well defanged. [And that is not a nice smile at all on Shep's face.] It only had one head left, and I took care of that.

And yet I'm here, not taken care of.

I know. At least on the other side of the fourth wall, it stuck.

[And now she draws her rifle. If you try any of that Reaper-tech whammy shit-]

And you know that here, that's hardly going to make much difference, so put it away, Shepard.

...fine. But not because you said so. [The gun gets holstered.] So! My mun wants to know where your mun's taking you. Probably just to drag me over in that direction, too. Ugh.

Mine takes me nowhere. I'm not the type that's herded.

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