Dad -
Where do I begin? Nettie refuses to talk about you; she just tenses up and glares at the wall until I change the subject. Cora is very professional - nothing more. A lot like you, which isn't surprising, since you TRAINED HER. What were you THINKING? Did you have an attack of nepotism? Is being your daughter supposed to be all the preparation I need? Cora was next in line FOR A REASON! Everyone knows I wasn't supposed to be the pathfinder!
You should've seen the looks on their faces when we got to the Nexus. Tann, Addison, Kandros, Kesh - "disappointed" doesn't begin to describe it. "Shocked and appalled" might be better. Oh, but I can get help from the other pathfinders, right? No, because they're not here. No one knows where those arks are. No turians. No asari. No salarians. Only the humans and their pathfinder team which failed so completely at pathfinding that they're now minus their commander. Good job, us. But you know what? It all works out, because there are no golden worlds here to settle. None! Our scans lied to us. This cluster consists entirely of planets that want to kill us, natives who want to kill us and a plague of dark energy from God knows where that - surprise! - wants to kill us. What am I supposed to do with this?
Oh, wait, that's right. "Shut up and do your job." Dad's words of wisdom. Four days ago, this wasn't my job. My job was science support and throwing up barriers if we needed them. This was Cora's job. Why didn't you let Cora do her job?
Fine. You win. You never seemed to care whether we loved you or hated you and I doubt you care now. I'll shut up and do the job. If I die or make a mess of everything, Cora's still around, and I'm going to make sure she stays that way. Her and everyone else on this team you've handed me. Especially Nettie. She's all I've got left.
I've always been good at barriers.
- Griff