He stood on the balcony of his parents’ house staring out across the landscape—it wasn’t the same as it had been all those years ago before being shipped off to Biotic Acclimation
and Temperance Training out on Jump Zero; Kaidan had killed someone. He was eighteen years old, a month out of BAaT, and completely changed.
It had been an accident, but he still couldn’t bring himself to explain to his parents why he spent so much time just staring outwards off the balcony; his mother,
Josephine stood watching him from the doorway, a frown creasing her brow—her son had never been this quiet it all the years she’d known him. ‘Brain Camp’, as he called it, had broken her son.
She wiped her hands on her apron, and retreated inside.
“Michael?” She called softly. “Kaidan’s out on the balcony again.”
Sighing, Michael nodded to his wife and opened the refrigerator pulling out two bottles of his favorite lager. “I’ll talk to him.”
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