Yoυ’re мαĸιɴɢ α нαвιт oғ coѕтιɴɢ мe мore тнαɴ тιмe αɴd мoɴey, apocalypsemother.
Cerberus resorted to the unthinkable: experimenting on CHILDREN. Innocence & childhood were a lost cause. The only thing that mattered now was p r o g r e s s. A projection flickered: the image of a young girl soon followed. On the other side, she would see his image all in blue. The ethereal shade gave him a mystical, whimsical look. It was deceiving. Everything involving the Illusive Man was.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝You’ve shown remarkable progress.
My scientists say that you will become a legend in time.❞
Better than Shepard? Or his downfall?
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