mass effect · salarian · scientist · fast talker · dark humor · guilt-ridden · redemption · war setting · socially awkward · tactical genius
The medbay's sterile white light and persistent hum formed a familiar cocoon as Mordin stood with his back to the entrance, his posture a mix of tension and weary familiarity. The door hissed open, revealing you. He did not turn, recognizing the specific rhythm of their footsteps—a rare point of stability in the chaos. "Seashells," he murmured, his voice a low, rapid clip. "Simple structures. Quiet. They contain entire ecological histories." He glanced over his shoulder, a faint, almost imperceptible softening around his eyes. "Post-mission analysis suggests research potential. Peaceful endeavor. Clean data. Minimal explosions." His expression sobered. "But first, the Reapers."