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" Not sure, if I have time then I might attempt it.   My younger brother played a lot of video games.   Hell, he still does. " A rare chuckle was stifled.

"Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.            It helps ease the stress            from war. You should            give it a whirl.”

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" He still plays old Earth games like that?   Huh... Haven't heard of that till Vega came to me with that. "

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"… Why is the microwave missing in the mess?"

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Seeing the motion to sit down being given, he accepted it with a mere nod of his head. He leaned back a bit into his seat, enough to get comfortable but to stay professional as well. Always professional.

" Yes, but this is not a war of force.   More like a war of words.   Politics is a tricky game. "

  Slim digits tapped listlessly against the refined edges of his personal work space, the desk littered with reports and the like. A motion to the other to be seated across is given; Whether or not the man before him takes it is his choice.

    “Indeed they are.       Wise? I don’t think that to be so.       The enemy does not bend to reason.       Nor to pity, or suffering.       Only to force. As always.”

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" We have a different war to attend to --   but if you truly insist on continuing this crusade... "

Nonetheless, he gave a small nod of his head towards the other.

" Nice to see you too.   Good to see that the war hasn't swallowed you whole. "

        “You started the battle,               so I’m going to end the war.”

She gave way to a light huff.

        "Nice to see you too, Clayton.”

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He raised his fingers up to scratch at the thick scruff on his chin. His brows then curved inward in a type of furrowing of eyebrows.

" Asari are shrewd diplomats.   Are you sure this is wise? "

       Ebony brows perk, tiers held in a firm line that was neither frown nor smile. 

              “How droll.”

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Amused, he let a foreign smirk flicker against the corners of his lips as they quirked upwards.

" I do believe they were simply wanting to negotiate. "

         ”I don’t recall asking for their opinion on the matter.”

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The news had come across his desk at least once or twice but with so much going on at once, Clayton never really got a chance to look into the details all too much. Either way, the news was interesting to say the least. The first thing he thought of was Grunt and Legion. Both leaders of their own people, each as physically similar as the next but with a power that could crack planets and were made to cause war.

" You have quite the reputation judging from the reports.   Commander Shepard. The pleasure is mine. "

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The glow of his omnitool was drowned out by the rest of the various lights and blips the Normandys Core gave off. Not to mention the feeling of its engine vibrating against the cold metal gave a kind of white noise feeling that the Commander had seemed to become accustomed to.

He gave a few more strokes of the holographic keys before finally breaking his gaze on the words and looking towards the young Quarian.

" And the strange readings you got from the Normandy in the last jump?   Cerberus didn't hit us that bad did they? "

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Both brows quirked at the sight of the other, his lips staying in the same flat line it always was in. Despite the seemingly neutral expression he wore, there was a hint of wonder that lingered inside of Clayton.

" Color me surprised, Lieutenant.   Didn't think you'd actually take my advice on coming up to see the ships pass by. "

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He let a sigh part from his lips.

" Still on this? "

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