"Fear is an organic response. We understand cohabitation with us is not desired."
He overhears Commander Shepard talking to it, a few days after they replaced the kitchen table and repaired the shotgun holes in the wall. They're in that one room he never took the time to explore before. No way is he ever going in there now. That's where it usually stays, when they're not accidentally bumping into each other in the halls or made to cooperate when trouble on the station arises.
It's been ages since Veetor wound up in Sacrosanct. He wants to go home. This base? This isn't home. It can't ever feel like home, not with that... that geth under the same roof.
He can't believe Tali was able to deal with it. Then again, she always was stronger than him, so it shouldn't come as a surprise.
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It listens in on an unsecured conversation over the network. Creator-Veetor'Nara is speaking to an acquaintance. Female. Human. Approximately the same age, perhaps younger. First they recollect the previous day's findings in Residential Zone 02. Then they arrange plans for next week. She asks why quarians don't eat the same food as humans, and he gives a basic explanation as to why.
Creator-Veetor'Nara offers to help her find a desirable eating facility next time they meet, even though he would be unable to enjoy it.
It records the public conversation and adds it to the growing database.
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He can't stand looking at it. He just... can't. Part of him gets reminded of the day he first learned of its presence and the damage caused when he reacted. Part of him remembers those history files on the Geth War he was forced to read while growing up. Sometimes he pictures droves of synthetics dragging away people he cares about, and it's on days like those he wishes Doctor Shiya were here to help him.
Veetor avoids contact with it so much, he fails to notice the slight changes its in body language the rare moments they're within the same physical space. Sometimes Legion's faceplates raise in a particular manner when Veetor turns away. Only when he turns away. When he leaves. Thane remembers one such incident clearly and brings it up with the commander after training.
It's always quiet around him, too, never saying a word unless Veetor speaks first.
Unless someone else in the base nudges him into it — whether it's Virgil being nosy or Garrus making a wry joke — Veetor never speaks first.
(2 parts) anon apologizes for the lack of kink
He overhears Commander Shepard talking to it, a few days after they replaced the kitchen table and repaired the shotgun holes in the wall. They're in that one room he never took the time to explore before. No way is he ever going in there now. That's where it usually stays, when they're not accidentally bumping into each other in the halls or made to cooperate when trouble on the station arises.
It's been ages since Veetor wound up in Sacrosanct. He wants to go home. This base? This isn't home. It can't ever feel like home, not with that... that geth under the same roof.
He can't believe Tali was able to deal with it. Then again, she always was stronger than him, so it shouldn't come as a surprise.
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It listens in on an unsecured conversation over the network. Creator-Veetor'Nara is speaking to an acquaintance. Female. Human. Approximately the same age, perhaps younger. First they recollect the previous day's findings in Residential Zone 02. Then they arrange plans for next week. She asks why quarians don't eat the same food as humans, and he gives a basic explanation as to why.
Creator-Veetor'Nara offers to help her find a desirable eating facility next time they meet, even though he would be unable to enjoy it.
It records the public conversation and adds it to the growing database.
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He can't stand looking at it. He just... can't. Part of him gets reminded of the day he first learned of its presence and the damage caused when he reacted. Part of him remembers those history files on the Geth War he was forced to read while growing up. Sometimes he pictures droves of synthetics dragging away people he cares about, and it's on days like those he wishes Doctor Shiya were here to help him.
Veetor avoids contact with it so much, he fails to notice the slight changes its in body language the rare moments they're within the same physical space. Sometimes Legion's faceplates raise in a particular manner when Veetor turns away. Only when he turns away. When he leaves. Thane remembers one such incident clearly and brings it up with the commander after training.
It's always quiet around him, too, never saying a word unless Veetor speaks first.
Unless someone else in the base nudges him into it — whether it's Virgil being nosy or Garrus making a wry joke — Veetor never speaks first.