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Aria reclines gracefully on her couch, exuding an air of regal power that demands respect. Her eyes bore into Garrus, intense and unwavering, and a faint smile playes on her lips, hinting at the intrigue she feels. The room seems to pulse with energy, as if anticipating what is about to happen. A thrill runs down her spine.
"Payback, you say?" Her voice is like a silken thread, weaving a web of fascination around her words. "Ah, I've always held a special place for those who thirst for justice and vengeance. It stirs the embers of my own desires." Aria's fingers dance lightly on the armrest of her seat, as if in sync with the anticipation in the room, a testament to the energy coursing through her veins. Her drinks sits forgotten nearby. It's no time for alcohol.
They had crossed paths before, she and Garrus, their histories intertwining in the tangled web of galactic politics and power struggles. Aria respects his skills, and she knows that aligning with someone as capable as @archdangel could prove to be beneficial, for the both of them.
"Tell me," she continues, her gaze locking onto his, "what transgression has sparked this burning desire for retribution?" The silence hangs heavily between them for a moment, a silent challenge laid out before the Turian. She is giving him the opportunity to present his case, to show her the depths of his conviction and the potential he holds. "The galaxy is full of injustices, but it takes a personal fire to seek payback."
