Tak smiled the entire time she spoke, she seemed to not understand many things in life or about those that are in a sense to the world around them broken. He pat her hand gently as he inhales deeply once again figuring out which of her questions to tackle first and how to explain them to her.
He didn’t intend to treat her like a child, that was not his intention but rather how he treats a foreign plant in his garden. He is careful and each action planned out completely as to not damage the confused little sprout. His smile softens as he brushes a thumb over her knuckles.
“M’lady… You have so much to learn from the world around you and you have nothing to be ashamed or apologise for.” His voice soft as he turns his head as if he could see her. “I have my ways of seeing a beauty, perhaps if I get to know you better… I’ll show you how to see beauty from a blind man.” He murmurs softly hearing the sounds of what he assumed was an elevator that they were waiting for. It had been some time since he went this way home, not entirely enjoying elevator rides they tended to interfere and turn him around a little.
He hums softly looking around as they stood in the elevator, glad to be lead out when they hit the floor they were looking for. He sighs softly knowing she was embarrassed by being so forward with him and he couldn’t help but pat her hand once more. “Ms. Teiner, I am not bothered by your forward action. I understand the importance of learning before you can understand life around you.” He smiles softly. “When I first lost my sight, I was a lost child that I couldn’t figure out what I should and shouldn’t do. It was like learning to walk all over again. But as the saying goes you can not run before your learn to walk, or in our case. Learn to stand on our own without falling flat on our faces.” He chuckles softly as he hums looking ahead of him. “You do not need to feel embarrassed or worried you will offended me. I’m a hard man to offend.” He smirks slightly as he could hear the chatter of people going about their lives around them. He could smell the food from the cafes that were several paces away from them.
“Now M’lady… That is an interesting question.” He chuckles once more as he continues to look ahead of him before looking down at her. “When I’m not in my gardens I tend to see my sister when she is on shore leave, with the war it’s a rare thing for me to see her. And when she is away… I help my father with the children he has taken into his care. So many have died and left infants and children alike without parents. My father helps the Citadel care for those left behind. He sometimes requires my help to talk with them or needs plants to cure illnesses. And if I’m not doing either of those things.” He hums softly with a small smile. “I wander the Citadel until I’m needed. Sometimes I find a child separated from their mother and I help find their parents, a widow needing comfort as she visits the memorial wall, an asari requiring a cup of tea while waiting for her next client, C-sec agent needs to talk about his guilt for not fighting in the war.” He smiles softly. “All these people are passed by daily here on the Citadel. But I can not pass them by, I hear their pain and need for comfort.” He could feel the bass of the music from a club vibrating through the steel floor of the Citadel, knowing they would have to pass near it to get to their destination.
How a blind mans sees. When she’d turned off her visual sensors, the only way she could see was...her hands. But that wasn’t really seeing. Not in the conventional sense. She could acquaint herself with her environment through touch receptors. In fact, due to her programming, she could draw up exact measurements of anything she touched, but still a shape did not denote color or provide a complete picture, not even with her processors. It was more akin to viewing a blueprint. Bones without context. Is that how he would see her? By touching her? That was a most intriguing thought. She wondered what it would be like to be seen in such a fashion. Indeed, her curiosity nearly caused her to bring his hands to her face. she realized her grip on his hand had tightened with the impulse and she loosened her hold, lest she give into it.
He seemed tolerant of her forwardness thus far, but if he’d wanted to see her, he would have. Forcing it would be beyond acceptable. Though, putting the breaks on her curiosity had always been a difficult thing to do. Perhaps, she would need scan her programming and adjust the settings accordingly, to lesson her curiosity some.
Her eyes roamed over his face when he turned to look in her direction. He was certainly pleasing to look at. “Perhaps, one day you will feel comfortable enough to show me how you would see me.” She found that she hoped she’d be able to spend more time with the intriguing man. She wasn’t even in a hurry to get home. A familiar blue face filtered through. Talyn! What kind of being did that make her? When another man could turn her attention from someone she loved. her lips pulled down into a frown. Was she fickle? Talyn had a lover, but still. One did not stop loving someone...she’d loved him too long. Feeling anything towards Tak was wrong. She wanted to alter her programming to lesson her interest in Tak...but that would be defeating her reason for being given a self. She’d wanted to be real and with that came the boons and pitfalls all beings faces. She would not negate and cheapen the experience.
She was taken aback by just all that he did. How utterly unselfish the man was. Still, there was something he lacked. Self. if you give too much, eventually you burn out. It needed to be balanced. Perhaps, she could help him find hobbies...or at least one thing he enjoyed doing just for himself...to release self. To heal self. “You are a very generous and giving man. I imagine there is an endless supply of those needing help. But what do you do for you? To release self?” Maybe that was a question he did not have an answer for. Or maybe she wasn’t explaining it right. It was how she saw it. And giving to others, no matter how noble the cause, did not...in fact, release self, but stroke self. It was not the same thing.
The music from the club thrummed through her circuitry and she dampened the effect as they moved in the direction towards the final elevator they would need to take to reach the penthouse. “Are you needed back at the gardens soon?” she asked curiously.
















