Doɴ’т ιɴтerғere wιтн мy plαɴѕ, pierssureshotnivans.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝To what do I owe the pleasure?
The BSAA so rarely send their own men.❞
A serpent’s tongue traces over his jagged teeth, as bright & white as any keen politician’s. He sits in his chair now a throne, devoid of a name, but his title is infamous. The universe, a picture of an artificial galaxy with a sun burning, lingers behind him, more authentic than any priceless painting in the Louvre. He crosses his legs, a foot bounces impatiently. Old habits die hard. The Illusive Man knows what he has done, taken people from their homes for the sake of experimentation. A grizzled captain, included.
❝The tragedy of Edonia is still a sharp sting, I’m sure. How about a name, son?❞
They say once you knew a person’s name, you could CONTROL them.
Of this, he is certain.