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[Niko has had a little bit of a confusing week. He didn't expect to be asked along on a diplomatic mission; usually not anything he's good at (in his mind). But he came along, figuring he was there as bodyguard more than anything else.]

[But now he's returned, and he wants to check in.]

Hey, ah.... So I just got back. I had to go with Thán for a mission and now he has a new boyfriend for peace purposes I guess. I am not really sure what happened there. Sort of like an arranged marriage? [He's actually kind of suspicious of this whole-matchmaking thing now. He's always disliked match-making on some level, but there is something deeply unsettling about it here. Just how mandatory and committing it seems.]

[He doesn't hate the match he was given, not at all. But he knows there might be people they're even better suited to.]

Look, I am a little nervous about this big business here. Capitalism is shit, government is shit, and is bad enough when taking advantage of lonely people. But I think we are going to have to be sure to be good to the new guy because we saw what happened the last time we fucked up diplomacy.

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I don't know what I'd rather. [Is it weird, talking about a child like you'd talk about modifications to put on a shuttlecraft? Probably. Quarians really don't do much in this field - and she's not quite sure why, come to think. If anybody ever needed it...] Your immune system, definitely. But I don't mind if we'd have a quarian or a human or... I don't know, some sort of beige-coloured, three-fingered mixture. [She's trying to imagine this and snickering through the words.]

I want to be like your mother, though. [Loving, no matter what. There, no matter what. Important even a universe away.] Not like... Well, not like mine.

[That's a sudden and awkward realisation. She doesn't want to die before her child would have the chance to know her, be able to remember her. It wouldn't be an infection - but it could be almost anything else.]

I think you should have a Quarian baby. With a good immune system. That way I can always be the weird one, in case you don't get to return home.

[But it's a nice thought, the idea of holding a child and it actually being his. Even if it were to look up at him with eyes closer to hers than his.]

Do people tell you stories about your mother?

If I had a quarian baby I'd want her to be among her own kind. Or at least know her own kind exists somewhere in the same universe.

[She doesn't even notice that she's said 'her'. Slip of the tongue.]

My mother? [Her gaze flickers from the road to Niko.] A few. She was popular - not like my father was, but she helped a lot of people. One of her closest friends, she's an admiral too - I heard a lot from her.

I...think I look like her. When I see my face in the mirror, I can sort of remember hers. A bit. I don't know what my father looks like at all, though, really.