[video] BACKDATED to 11/19

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[The feed turns on to show a very pale, very tired-looking dark-haired man. It's a moment before he speaks.]

My name is Greg Vorbarra. I know that everyone has seen more than their fair share of tragedy in the past few days and that many of you won't know me, but you may know my foster-brother, Miles. He-- [He has to stop and take a slow, steady breath, but his voice doesn't shake.]

Clark Kent confirmed that he was killed yesterday attempting to rescue civilians from the planet's surface. On--where Ivan, Miles, and I are from, it's customary to burn an offering for the dead. Something personal. A small clipping of hair is traditional, but anything that will catch fire will do. Miles was-- [His voice cracks very slightly now before he wrests control of himself again, his dark eyes focused.] Miles was a singular personality. He was clever, and brave, and brilliant, and kind, a collection of traits I have found to be exceedingly rare. I miss him very much. If that's a sentiment you share, I would be privileged to accept an offering for us to burn. Our room is 009, on Nomo Deck.

Thank you.

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action!...and the icons are a dirty, dirty lie oops

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[Tali doesn't reply to the message - it seems the kind of thing to talk about in person, privately. It's a little while, though, before she leaves her shift in Engineering to go to Nomo deck, and a few moments of standing outside Nomo 009 psyching herself up before she hits the chime.

She looks as tired right then as Greg does, and without her mask on to hide it - grey-purple skin pale, her usually slightly glowing eyes flat white. She tries to offer something of a smile when he answers the door, but it falls far short.] Hey, ah... Sorry, we've never met - I'm Tali. I...knew Miles.

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Tali. [Gregor's eyes widen very fractionally but he has no other reaction to Tali's appearance, and he ducks his head slightly.] I'm sorry we couldn't meet for the first time under better circumstances.

[He steps back from the door.] Please, come in, if you'd like.

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[She's not sure if he's startled that she's an alien or startled that she looks like hell, but she doesn't want to acknowledge either one of those things.] Me too.

[The room gets a cursory glance - she's never been in one of the Nomo Deck rooms and it looks so different to Mero's as to be on a different ship, maybe even from a different time. But it's not important right now.]

How are you holding up? If there's anything I can do...

[The answer is fairly obvious, and there's probably nothing she can do, but she's not entirely sure what to say. She's not sure just how aliens deal with these situations.]

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I'm... holding up. Thank you. You being here means a great deal.

Miles was... [He pauses, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, though his eyes are still tired.] An extremely polarizing personality, but a powerful one at that. I know he had many friends on the ship, but I haven't seen very many of them myself. It helps, to get to meet people he knew now. So thank you.

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[As Greg talks of his brother, Tali bows her head in respect, eyes closed - though her eyes close as much to stop the tears from leaking from them as anything else. It's not her time to be emotional; she can do that alone, later. She came to help Miles's family, in whatever small way she can.

She eventually looks up.] He was one of the first people I met when I arrived - they brought us here at the same time. He, ah... I'm alone here - the only quarian. Miles was one of the people who made it feel like it mattered a lot less, you know? [She's not completely alone - Shepard is here from home, Niko and Ratchet from the last place she ended up - but if anyone here has been able to make her feel like this new place might not be quite so daunting, so lonely without her own people, it's Miles.]

Whatever I can do to help his family, just ask.