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The furious death glare Mordin wore as Shepard brought down the butt of her pistol against his forehead to knock him out somehow rattled her more than when he actually pointed a gun at her.
Shepard stared at his face for a moment afterwards. Stared at the faint, glowing scars. Her hand had moved to touch one of them. They were exactly like the ones engrained on her own face. Only one thing could have brought him back to life and left those scars.