‘Father…’ He thought, as tears clouded his vision. Okxxx “Just…just put yourself somewhere else, Ly. Dread settled at the bottom of Lysander’s stomach when he saw the smile; nothing good ever came from it. That little pig of a man, gods I hope that wasn’t an example of what the humans consider ‘fighting’.”
“You said it… Pig-Man didn’t even have a weapon. “Strange, isn’t it, Geoul?” The batarian stroked a finger down the woman’s battered cheek, through the silent tears rolling down her face. Please, nobody is that good! His throat felt as though he’d tried to swallow a mouthful of sand, his eyes felt enormous, too big for his sockets, and his chest and stomach ached every time he inhaled.
