“Wonder why they were there,” Kaidan muttered, arms crossed. There was a snark beneath his tone, eyes happening to flick towards the previous Cerberus personnel. There was a definite implication in his tone; they must know why Cerberus had come to the lab, what they were after. Kaidan wasn’t sure if he really believed it. Still, he was angry, and the way he got that out best was through sharp remarks.

He’d missed them so much it made him sick. For two years he mourned them, and for two years he slowly healed. Just for them to reappear, and tear that wound right open again. And salt on the wound, they had worked for the organization responsible for his childhood abuse. It wasn’t fair. He was bitter. And he would make it known.