Garrus was an officer once, though he never had to see anything like this. The C-Sec, especially before it was updated and the security measures integrated, was peaceful. The most he had to deal with was some petty thief, or a drunk, or a rich person laundering money.

This... wasn’t right. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the cell. The glass was thick and practically indestructible, as was typical in a prison ship, but it wasn’t soundproof. He could hear the prisoner screaming.

He tried to figure out how it might be rationalized. This prisoner was a bad person, if they were on such a good ship. Likely, they’d killed hundreds. But what good did this do? Beating them, over and over? Were they looking for a confession, an admission? He set his jaw, his mandible flickering slightly.

“This isn’t right,” he said quietly, still unable to pull his gaze from the officer beating the prisoner within the cell. “At some point, the prisoner will admit to anything to stop the pain. This makes them just as bad as the prisoners they keep.”