Major Kaidan Alenko, Human Spectre.
Our instructor was a Turian by the name of Commander Vyrnnus. To introduce himself, he liked to say, “I was at the helm of the dreadnought that killed your father.” I told him my dad wasn’t in the war. He’d retired to Vancouver. My family had an inland home that matured to new beachfront. Vyrnnus had it in for me after that. He cut corners, pushed hard. I mean, you either came out a superman or a wreck. And a lot of kids snapped. A few died.
It was Vyrnus who made me see how human aliens are. They’re not different or special. They’re jerks and saints just like us. Hell, by the time I got payback, I didn’t even want it anymore.
He hurt Rahna. Broke her arm. She reached for a glass of water instead of pulling it biotically. She just wanted a drink without getting a nosebleed, you know? Like an idiot, I stood up. Didn’t know what I was going to do…just something. And Vyrnnus lost it. Beat the crap out of me. Kept shouting how they should have bombed us back into the stone age. That’s when the knife came up. A military-issue talon. Right in my face. I cut loose. Full biotic kick, right in the teeth. Almost as strong as I can manage now. At seventeen, that’s something
Maybe my intentions were noble, but I lost control.
I killed him, Shepard.