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twisted-and-cynical-turian:

Cryno would shake his head at the answer. Though his motion to stand was to just stand, his next motion of rolling up his sleeve was for more. A claw would come to his metallic arm, run over a seam and show the trickle of sickly green that came from the scratch. “I’m…not…turian.” Cryno explained, looking from the man to the scratch.

“I’m one of them…..”

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     —Spirits.The last time he had seen tech like that, he had been forced to watch the Reaper invasion forces tear apart his homeworld.  He wanted only to think of the creature before him as one such thing, one of the many abominations he had shredded with warped rounds and the discharge of his rifle – but he could not.  Damn him, but he saw one of his own in that twisted form.

This…Cryno…was surely indoctrinated.  Indoctrination meant death.  No panel, no trial, no clemency.  No quarter.  But there was something of the turian that he had been in those words, having the very consciousness to deny himself clanhood.

“How did this happen?” the Primarch asked wearily.  “Why did they let you go?"  He could not disguise the regret in his eyes, nor the hand that drifted slowly closer to the silenced handgun in his jacket pocket.  He did not care if he was to be faulted for his wariness – this was a potential threat, much as it pained him.

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