“You are a funny one, Turian, yet sadly you’d be
surprised. See me as a pawn, or
general puppet— as most state, but I am nothing
like the expendable ones. Nothing does a mind
good like research on your enemy— perhaps you
would phrase your insults and threats a bit better.”If there was something he loved about the squad-mates of the SSV
Normandy, it had to be their collective groups of threatening his life.
Always him, never anyone else. The Illusive Man didn’t even get tasteless
comments like this. Perhaps the occasional threat on his life, but never
anything this bad.With a sigh, there was a wish that followed. Maybe one day, these aliens
will step their game up…Heh.
His eyes narrowed as his agitation grew. What did this Cerberus rat want with him, anyways? His true target was Shepard, so why even bother interacting with any of her squad? The only reason he could think that Leng would want to see him was to kill him so he couldn’t protect Shepard, that he would be eliminating another obstacle that kept him from carrying out his plan. Still, Neither had drawn their weapons or made gestures that suggested they were going to attack, so what was the purpose of engaging each other in the first place? So many questions without an answer in sight.
“Do you think that Cerberus cares about you, Leng? How long do you think it would be before you were replaced if you died?” Idle threats wouldn’t work on this wreck of a man, so he’d have to come at him with “what if” scenarios and hope that would send the right message. If there was any ounce of humanity left in him, he’d eventually respond in the way Garrus expected him to, though he doubted someone who worked with Cerberus for so long even had their sanity in tact.
“There are people who care about me. People who would avenge my death. People who would take a bullet for me. I can’t say the same for you.”
(Source: optimizefiringalgorithms)
