“Probably not,” she shrugged, “I’ve just never been asked for a piece of paper asking if I can do my job or not.” She gave him another sidelong glance over her shoulder, “It seems pretty silly to ask for that in my line of work.”
His next question gives her pause. How did one simply explain the Reapers? Giant world ending death machines didn’t quite get the point across in a specific manner.
“A synthetic race called the Reapers are bent on destroying all organic life in the galaxy to start some intergalactic, age-old extinction cycle over again,” she mentioned it with such a casual tone it almost sounded like she was joking. “They’re kind of the most terrifying thing I’ve ever encountered.”
The collector ship still gave her nightmares. All of it actually still gave her nightmares. The collectors, the Husks, the Harvesting… It all made her shudder. This was the precise reason she wouldn’t go with Shep on another suicide mission. She wasn’t a warrior, she was a thief.
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His next question gives her pause. How did one simply explain the Reapers? Giant world ending death machines didn’t quite get the point across in a specific manner.
“A synthetic race called the Reapers are bent on destroying all organic life in the galaxy to start some intergalactic, age-old extinction cycle over again,” she mentioned it with such a casual tone it almost sounded like she was joking. “They’re kind of the most terrifying thing I’ve ever encountered.”
The collector ship still gave her nightmares. All of it actually still gave her nightmares. The collectors, the Husks, the Harvesting… It all made her shudder. This was the precise reason she wouldn’t go with Shep on another suicide mission. She wasn’t a warrior, she was a thief.