Genocide. The word pulls her eyes open again, staring at the ceiling. She'd been accused of it before, genocide, in that poisonous tone that only an angry friend could manage; but then, you had to have been there.

"In my defense, they started it," Which was true, on each count. Shepard fell silent for a while, thinking. How many did that make? Surely Torfan didn't qualify, except by numbers, but she had hardly been the only one there. And of course there were the Heretic Geth, and the Rachni, there wasn't much to say that those weren't genocide, even if the latter only really involved one death...

...Aratoht...

"...You know what a Reaper is, Mr, uh...?"