Cath had been born to war as well. Groomed his entire life to be what he'd become. Groomed so well, he'd blindly carried on even after his grandfather told him to stop. The man who'd taught him to be what he was. How'd he been so stupid?
He snorted at her reasoning. <"Aye, but I've hardly discouraged you either,"> he reminded her. He didn't get off on death like she did. But he sure as bloody hell got off on her getting off on destruction. He may have never enjoyed it, but he enjoyed her. Which might possibly be worse.
<"Fuck Mae, what do you want me to do?"> he demanded wearily. <"I'm so fucking tired of looking over my shoulder and wondering if I make one step too far, I'll give us both away. And if they figure it out, they'll think we're both monsters and we likely killed Shepard as well. At least if we confess ourselves, we have a chance of explaining ourselves before they open fire.">