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Simula raised her hand. “Nothing is wrong with her. Maybe I should wait outside until you’re done with your rendezvous. Maybe you want to be alone with her.” Simula did not know what his feelings for this woman was. She listened to his story as he spoke. It sounded so familiar to her. Only that her pilot pulled her back to her ship and her men died to save her life. She knew what it meant to writhe in pain, because the acid of the Tresher Maw devoured through her face. "Now maybe you understand why I can not rest until I meet the Tresher Maw again. He will be my death and I’m not afraid. But just the thought to restore the honor of my men, is incentive enough to fight with the beast." She looked up at him. "When you need my sword I will help you."
He shook his head. "She is a busy mother. She'll want to get back to her children straight after our meeting. And I feel she would be overjoyed to meet a Turian." He smiled kindly, realizing what Simula meant.
"Mhm. My hunt for Torquatus consumes my life as much as your hunt for the Thresher Maw consumes yours." He sighed and lowered his head. "Keep your sword in its scabbard, my dear dama. It would snap like a twig against Torquatus."









