[He looks down at his feet. He wants desperately to feel a flash of fury and hatred towards Shepard. He wants to be angry that she's willing to cooperate with a torturer for the sake of expediency. He wants to throw in her face that she'll get what she deserves when he turns on them; she'll see just deserts when Snape cuts her throat to get ahead. Or out of sheer malice. He wants to tell her that that is what happens when one tolerates moral failings just so one can take the easier path.
He doesn't. Mostly he just feels wretched. Because this is his failing. This is his fault. If he were better, smarter, more eloquent, he could convince her and save her and her people this suffering. But he's just not good enough.]
All right.
[He looks, in that moment, completely miserable. He looks guilty and miserable; all of his feelings are written clearly on his face.]
Good day, then, Shepard.
[And, with a nod, he turns back to his equipment.]
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[He looks down at his feet. He wants desperately to feel a flash of fury and hatred towards Shepard. He wants to be angry that she's willing to cooperate with a torturer for the sake of expediency. He wants to throw in her face that she'll get what she deserves when he turns on them; she'll see just deserts when Snape cuts her throat to get ahead. Or out of sheer malice. He wants to tell her that that is what happens when one tolerates moral failings just so one can take the easier path.
He doesn't. Mostly he just feels wretched. Because this is his failing. This is his fault. If he were better, smarter, more eloquent, he could convince her and save her and her people this suffering. But he's just not good enough.]
All right.
[He looks, in that moment, completely miserable. He looks guilty and miserable; all of his feelings are written clearly on his face.]
Good day, then, Shepard.
[And, with a nod, he turns back to his equipment.]