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Moiety
Chapter Twenty Two: Faces
Wrex remembers the bone-splitting howl his father let loose when he sunk his blade deep into his second heart. He remembers the red of his eyes like the barren Tuchanka sun across the dead plains. He remembers the bitter tang of his father's waning biotics as they stained the air one last time.
It's in every charge of his shotgun. Every snap of his armor plates. Every surge of brilliant blue that curls from him like smoke.
In every enemy and every corpse and every mirror, he recognizes his father's traitorous face.
It's his mother's he can no longer recall.