Da, da,da…
There was always this song his mother sang to him as a child. Hell, he couldn't even call it a song really, it was just one line. But she always sang it so beautifully. Might as well have been a song. Thinking back it made sense she sang such a sad song.
Da da, da da da da da…
This was all his fault of course. He'd thought it was just a few Batarians giving a human a hard time. The kid didn't help much with her big mouth and her bigger attitude. He should have listened to Dax and just let her walk out to get mugged or kidnapped or whatever the hell the Batarians were going to do with her. But there was something about her eyes, something he recognized, something he saw each time he looked at Dax, Runt, Sarah, Mara, and even Pilot.
Da da da
On the bright side he'd guilted the kid into helping. She said she was a good a shot and he hoped she was because he'd need one. He had her set up in a decent spot and she knew the plan. She knew where he was, when to take the first shot, and when to get the hell out of there and go rescue the crew. Everything was in place with a little bit of luck he'd make Dad proud.
"Hide your face so the world will never find you…da, da, da, da…"
He thumbed the barrel of the shotgun hidden in his dirty coat and headed out onto the bridge.