Cᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ, raachni.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝Impressive.❞
It’s the first word to leave his lips, akin to a scientist
studying a specimen. Akin to a worshiper falling to
his knees before the Holy Ghost. Awe infects his
tongue, but his voice sounded jarbled from the start.
Synthetic. Fabricated. As though he’s not really there.
Never has been, never will be.
He bows his head in reverence. Authority commands
respect. He admires the Rachni: their colony, their
legacy. Arms fold behind his back, his spine stiff.
Rigid. The Queen is much more authentic than he.
❝Your Highness, humanity is in your debt.❞
Shepard continues to amaze.
♠