“Reapers” a label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction.
In the end, what they chose to call us is irrelevant.
We simply are.
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Can it wait? I'm in the middle of some calibrations.
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Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.
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My edgy meter is off the charts.
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Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die.
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🦵[spoiler]baited[/spoiler]