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Miranda had just betrayed them. Operatives were muttering about it behind the pristine walls, brewing reasons about how they should have known, what the warning signs were, who would be the first to bring her still-warm head to the Illusive Man, and Kron imagined her mouth--rose-petal pink--slacked open. He blamed it on his headache.
Walking down the halls, the only sound came from his footsteps and the quiet hum of the base. Then he saw Leng by the window alone and shrouded, visible only by the faint glow of his mask... Kron stared longer than he wanted to admit. Finally, he walked up beside him.
“And so I hear our little friend is really... Shepard’s little friend,” he said, focusing on a twinkling star. “Nothing to lose sleep over, I hope.”