It had been driving Kaidan mad. He stared at his old Commander in silence, trying to draw out what had changed.

Being on this new Normandy was uncomfortable enough. Everything was... similar, but newer. Shinier. Perfectly updated instead of left as fine as it was. He found himself trying to go to the old rooms, remembering them even after two years.

His old Commander was the same. Newer. Shinier. There was just... something different about them. Something that put him on edge.

As he sat in the quiet hull, he watched them still. Then it hit him. The scar. They had a scar -- he was sure of it. He should know; he had memorized their face when they had known each other, before the old Normandy blew up. Yet not even evidence of a scar remained. They were different. Cerberus had changed them. Made them newer, shinier.

He hated it.