"Didn't really have a choice in the matter," Kaidan answers briefly, an indication, if his snowy confessions of recent war weren't enough, that his own time's got its share of problems. (Although his undead revenants have circuitry.)

The hand that isn't steadying himself on Daryl now reaches out to trail along the corridor wall as he lets his eyes squint back closed again. "Conatix -- the company set up to study the biotic children -- got medical power of attorney over us. First gen implants did shit-all, but they had high hopes for the L2s. I was sixteen. Found out I was having brain surgery when my breakfast didn't show up one morning. I was on a Conatix-owned space station out past Pluto, not really an option to say no thank you."