"Biotics," he repeats, not altogether smoothly. It's definitely one of those foreign words that doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, but he tries to catalog it anyway, along with the other vocabulary Shepard has given him. Bio-this, bio-that. He wondered if it was anything like being born with the ability to cultivate a golden core. Similar, was his guess, at least. Maybe it's like the difference between a Cultivator and the act of Cultivation? Only, more lethal, it sounds like.

"What kind of perks?" he asks honestly. Really, they must be pretty good if people are willing to kill children just for the chance of having it. He takes another draw from his cup, and this time most of it makes it into his mouth this time.