Javik did not care about the guards that surrounded him. He didn’t know why they raised their guns when he moved to grab the human Commander, but he had bigger issues to deal with. His lips pulled back in a slight scowl as the memories dripped into his mind at their touch.

“You found a beacon... and you did not use it?” he bristled. Years of his people’s work, attempts to help these primitive species prepare for the reapers -- wasted on this human, who couldn’t even use it correctly.

“Why didn’t you prepare?” he asked sharply. The guns were aimed at him, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or care. They were anxious, he didn’t care to know why. Protheans did not bother themselves with polite sugarcoating. They had wasted his people’s work. Now all of the other Protheans were dead, he was alone, and soon every civilization would join his people’s fate.