You must remember little one that for your entire life people will say things about you. They will say cruel things, and mean things. They will tell you, and they will imply, that you are a bad person. As soon as they know about your parents, they will judge you. If I could protect you from that, I would, Goddess I would hear it instead, I would take that instead. But I cannot. My sweet child, you are a wonderful, brilliant, creative young woman. And I am sorry that it will happen, but I want you to be prepared. Those girls you are making friends with will judge you. They will turn their backs on you based on your heritage, and based on your shyness. Whispers and taunts will follow you.
Don't you dare give them what they want Little Wing. Don't you dare back down and roll over. They think they know something about you. They think they know better than you or I, but they don't know a thing. You are going to outpace them. You are going to soar right over their foolish, ignorant heads. They are going to be left standing with sand in their mouths, blinded by your brilliance someday. But you have to fight them on this. Not with your fists or biotics, but with your head. You are not a monster or a deviant, but you will always be treated as such. You have to use that imagination and wit you have to dance away when they strike. You will have to always prove them wrong, one at a time, every time.
Justicars will sneer down at you, but you will have done nothing wrong and they will not be able to act outside the code. Do not let others rile you up, and listen to the Justicars when they speak for they stand on shifting waves, though they try to convince you to step from shore. I am sorry Liara, I am sorry to have given you this fight. I know that you can win it though, I know that you will plan past it and around it. And above all, I love you. I love you, I love you.