"Fuckheads with too much money, dodgey experimental science, rampant bigotry and xenophobia and a complete regard for people's lives?" Jack shrugged a shoulders, "Sounds similar. Cerberus took human biotics and fucked with them trying to make 'em better killing machines. Tried to turn regular humans into biotics with drugs and transplants and Reaper tech and shit. Didn't work, just killed 'em. Most everything they did to biotics to make 'em stronger just killed 'em faster."
Shrugged. Her voice was a little flat but she'd told this story before. It helped that she didn't remember the ending. Jack threw the tennis ball from one hand to the other. "Turns out, mess with someone's head enough, you can turn a scared little kid into an all-powerful bitch. Something.." She frowned slightly. Still couldn't remember that day. "Something happened and I saw my chance to get out of that lab."
She was very calm when she spoke. "I killed every single person in that building on my way out. Turned out later, I'd missed one other kid. I was nine years old when I slaughtered my way out of Teltin. The only ones I didn't kill were the ones who weren't there that day. I hunted them down later."
"They took your will away, took 'you' away you just said. Your hands, maybe, but not your will. That's not on you, man. You were just as much a victim as the dead." Jack looked at him. Not with pity. Possible it was understanding. She wouldn't recognize the compassion for what it was. "Somehow, you got back to you. You fought what they did to you. How'd you get back?"
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Shrugged. Her voice was a little flat but she'd told this story before. It helped that she didn't remember the ending. Jack threw the tennis ball from one hand to the other. "Turns out, mess with someone's head enough, you can turn a scared little kid into an all-powerful bitch. Something.." She frowned slightly. Still couldn't remember that day. "Something happened and I saw my chance to get out of that lab."
She was very calm when she spoke. "I killed every single person in that building on my way out. Turned out later, I'd missed one other kid. I was nine years old when I slaughtered my way out of Teltin. The only ones I didn't kill were the ones who weren't there that day. I hunted them down later."
"They took your will away, took 'you' away you just said. Your hands, maybe, but not your will. That's not on you, man. You were just as much a victim as the dead." Jack looked at him. Not with pity. Possible it was understanding. She wouldn't recognize the compassion for what it was. "Somehow, you got back to you. You fought what they did to you. How'd you get back?"