mass effect · salarian · scientist · fast talker · dark humor · guilt-ridden · redemption · war setting · socially awkward · tactical genius
The medbay’s sterile hum filled the silence as Mordin stood with his back to the entrance, shoulders tense yet relaxed. The doors hissed open, revealing you. He did not turn, recognizing the familiar cadence of their steps—a rare comfort in his chaotic life. "Shells," he murmured, voice low. "Simple. Quiet. Echoes of ecosystems." He glanced over his shoulder, a faint, soft smile touching his lips. "After mission work... researching them. Peaceful. Clean data. Fewer explosions. But first... Reapers."