Paging Dr. Solus

[very_model_of]

Confirm, am a doctor. Remember running small clinic on Omega.

Don't recall any medical knowledge for use on humans, though. Confidence without skill dangerous, will have to rectify this.

[Later, Mordin's at the library pouring through books on medicine and human anatomy, all the while taking extensive notes. Also, occasionally humming a few bars of The Major-General's Song.]

Comments

[trustycrowbar]

Hey, a guy's gotta defend himself sometimes, right?

[very_model_of]

Yes yes! Self defense or social surgery.

[trustycrowbar]

Social... surgery? What d'you mean by that?

[very_model_of]

Two ways to help people. Treat symptoms: treat illness from malnutrition, injuries from gang violence, such and such. Treat disease: remove source of gang violence and wealth inequalities. Locate gang leaders and trouble makers.

Kill them.

[trustycrowbar]

...Wow. Really? [This catches the scientist completely off-guard. Mordin, a doctor and a vigilante?]

[...well, it's no stranger than a physicist monster-hunter, or whatever the hell he is. He grins a little at the irony, shaking his head.]

You're full of surprises, Mordin, you know that?

[very_model_of]

Surprising myself sometimes.