56) Saren Arterius, former Special Tactics and Reconnaissance.
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That little voice. It lived right at the edge of his conscience, far and hidden, so deep he could barely touch it but, while the Commander spoke, it ran against it chains, it struggled and flayed itself alive to be heard. Turian. Specter. Strong and rebellious. This is for the good of others. Others were not important, only Sovereign. Only they were everything. He had to save them. Save through destruction. They would kneel for their own good. Turians didn't kneel. How could it even think otherwise?
The voice laughed. Even the human knows more, it griped in a tone that warred between pedantic and annoyed. The human knew nothing, nothing of importance. It certainly knew how to yell out truth which is more than Sovereign has ever done.
She was inconsequential.
Because listening to Sovereign is so much better.
Saren didn't know who he was anymore. He wasn't anything, had died right when Sovereign had appeared, when the human had killed whatever was left of him in that blasted colony. And he was just so fucking tired.
I'm Saren.
I'm Turian.
I'm a Specter.
I'll go down on my own terms.
The trigger pressed and he knew nothing else.
