Interlude: Indoctrination
Matriarch Benezia stood straight and tall, hands clasped in front of her stomach as she looked down at Saren's still form. He was resting after the trauma of accessing the beacon's visions; doing it remotely had been quite the stroke of genius.
I wonder how he knew how to do that? How did he access Prothean technology? How did he know the beacon would work with those transmitters? Even L - ...
Her thoughts trailed off, her curiosity a distant concern. She could dimly recall being more driven, once. Having determination of her own, making her own plans and decisions. Now, however, she was only worried about what she had to do for the turian before her. When Saren woke, she would have to tell him. Tell him that the bombs hadn't gone off, that the beacon hadn't been destroyed after he triggered the transmission. That everyone in Council space would shortly know about the geth. And S - their ship. Even the beacon. That humans had apparently accessed the message as well, though she had no idea how much they'd seen, or understood.
Maybe these Shepards will learn, will be able to ...
She couldn't finish the thought. She couldn't recall the sensation of hope, anticipation. All she could do was prepare. For Saren.