I heard a song and read its lyrics and was suddenly floored by how well it fits my precious little quarian. And I decided to make a little info post about him, since I haven’t talked much about him. I know this isn’t much, but it is something!
“Somebody ought to corrupt you on the dance floor And take you home Show you all your daemons and desires and dark sides All of your colonies and continental divides
Let me uncover the silver in your dark hair The weight of your bones I want to witness the beauty of your repair The shape you’ve grown For you are made of nebulas and novas and night sky You’re made of memories you bury or live by”