<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jorgal Drack (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Krogan<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Scout/Assassin<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th December 2174 CE, Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Krogan Combat Armour<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Late Night Munchies<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Drack refrained from chuckling as he took the proffered bottle of Everclear and set it on the counter.  He had a feeling that it wouldn’t go well for her but he wasn’t going to stop her from trying it and finding out for herself.  Walking over to a cabinet, he took out a glass and went to the fridge to fill it with orange juice before handing it over to Jay.<br/>“That’ll help wash out the taste,” he told her as he went back to the flat top and finished using up the remainder of his batter with one extra-large wrap.<br/>“Kiddo, you’re not a baby for feeling the way you do,” the krogan told her.  “It just means your heart isn’t as beat up as the rest of us.”<br/>Tending to his krogan sized crepe, he glanced over at the asari’s direction, “Think about it this way: what kind of person would you have to be to not be upset over that?  No one should be walking away from what happened on Reetix without a heavy heart.”<br/><br/>“You saw the thresher maw and now you’re rattled.  Sounds pretty normal to me.”<br/>Well, normal for anyone that wasn’t raised as a krogan, but it wasn’t a fair comparison.  His species was simply built differently than everyone else.  And even then, the first confrontation with the loss of a comrade still left it’s mark on them all.<br/>“You were trained to fight,” he continued, sliding his crepe onto a platter and beginning to assemble it, “but it doesn’t look like you were conditioned to handle death like a soldier would.”<br/>With his large crepe finished, Drack hefted it up and took an enormous bite out of it, grunting in satisfaction at the taste.  He might have been working with some unfamiliar ingredients, but he still had it in him to improvise and figure out a way to make a great crepe.<br/>A thick tongue licked away custard and whipping cream from his lips before he spoke, “I’d rather see you feeling too much than too little.  Someone as young as you shouldn’t be as ground down as an old fart like me.”<br/><br/>A few more large bites had him polishing off his crepe and the old krogan draped a thick arm over Jay’s shoulder, hugging her close.<br/>“Reetix was an experience that has changed some things about you and revealed others things you don’t like.  I think it’s worth taking the time to take an honest look at yourself.  And I mean honest: not just seeing the things you don’t like but also the good things too, because they’re there.  You need to show yourself a little grace, give yourself time to grow into the person you thought you were, or even better, the person you now want to be.”<br/>Drack looked down at the asari solemnly, “In the end though, you do what you need to do to work through all of those feelings without feeling guilty about having them.  Everybody’s ready to tackle their burdens on their own time, everybody has their own way of working through them.  Some are better than others.  Me, I like drinking and eating some home cooking.”<br/><br/>“And if anyone gives you shit about it, I’ll track them down and break them over my knee.”