"And profit," She agrees with a grunt. The path is stony and steep, alternately too-open, in others surrounded by gullies and boulders; Shepard has no doubt that if it rained, it'd be worse.
Not that it rains much, in the badlands.
"You have to wonder what the point is, though," She says. There's sweat in her eyes, itching, and she pauses to wipe it out, "You can't start a life like that; raise a family, build anything that'll last. This isn't the Terminus, you can't just run off to Omega and pretend you're legit just because Aria doesn't give a damn."
Unless there's some kind of miniature Omega out here in the desert somewhere. It didn't really seem possible, there weren't even a million people in all of the Free Cities combined. Sure, there were money-launderers and pawnbrokers and the rest of the trash of the underworld, always would be. But... still. Was that a society worth having?
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Not that it rains much, in the badlands.
"You have to wonder what the point is, though," She says. There's sweat in her eyes, itching, and she pauses to wipe it out, "You can't start a life like that; raise a family, build anything that'll last. This isn't the Terminus, you can't just run off to Omega and pretend you're legit just because Aria doesn't give a damn."
Unless there's some kind of miniature Omega out here in the desert somewhere. It didn't really seem possible, there weren't even a million people in all of the Free Cities combined. Sure, there were money-launderers and pawnbrokers and the rest of the trash of the underworld, always would be. But... still. Was that a society worth having?
"...Not that I can talk."