This one is a little strange I admit. I'm in a weird mood today so, I tried something a little different.
After receiving the news of the beacon on Eden Prime being destroyed, I prepare to give him the update. I am not looking forward to this. Don't I have enough problems?
I'm a high ranking official. People look up to me, as well they should. I am after all over 1,000 years old here. Well, that part is not a problem. I look good to be almost a millennium, pretty damn good. One of my biggest problems is keeping my yaa-yaas from popping out of this dress.
But I digress. I have an ungrateful daughter who has hooked up with a man who is hell bent on destroying me. Why me? What have I done wrong? Me, a teacher of religion and philosophy, a leader. But I have to admit it, I've caught a glimpse of this Commander Shepard and believe me, he's not bad on the eyes. Not bad at all.
Again, I am off point. Now I've been reduced to act as an assistant, a second rate authority figure to this prehistoric dino-birdman. Words cannot express how much I loathe him. Love him. It's all the same. I just can't seem to pull away. Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped inside my own mind. Watching the horrific actions I take in disbelief. I bang on the windows of my mind in an attempt to break free. Only to be disappointed once more. I don't know what it is that keeps me drawn like a moth to a flame, to him and only him.
He's in my head now roping my mind into submission. I long to be free of him. The small moments he allows, when I am in control is quickly taken away, punishment for independent thinking. Sovereign. He is the true cause of my misery. Controller of our brain. Organizer of intellect. He is the director to the orchestrated masterpiece that is our mind.
Dizzy, ever so dizzy, my thoughts whirling, turning never finding direction. The voices, I can't get these damn voices out of my head! I was…I am a Matriarch. Yes. I am the ancestress of the Asari, the most powerful race in the galaxy. Discoverers of the Citadel. We are the most powerful biotics in the galaxy. Yes. I can see it more clearly now. This…is who…I am. I…am…Asari! And I will not fall to you!
As I walk up the stairway taking a stand behind him, I begin to deliver the report. "The bombs on Eden prime were disarmed."
"And the beacon?" he asked.
"Destroyed, one of the human's may have used it."
Once again his rage is released. He thrashes, throwing things about the room. He growls like a wild archaic animal before coming to rest cradling my face his hands. Welcoming the moment when my thoughts are silenced by him. I would truly embrace the hand of death, to fall by his hand, my commandant, my collaborator, my love. But no, not this time. "We must find the conduit." He calmly states as he runs his hand along my face.
My pled for death must wait. The voices return.