Rebirth The Mass Effect is old-2. Chapter 33-1

"Another decade, and there would have been no one to save. Indoctrination would become global."

To say that Sparatus was impressed is an understatement! I even had to shut down the storm of emotions that stirred up the mental plane.

"How damaged is his mind?"

"Everything is not as bad as it could be: the mind is completely clean, the personality is preserved. Such an intervention, of course, does not remain without consequences, and it will take time for a final recovery. The usual post-traumatic syndrome that manifests itself in such breakdowns due to the specifics of the injury. Nothing irreversible happened."

"As I understand it, this is not all bad news?" The counselor asked dully.

"Saren managed to buy some time: the Reaper released him to deal with the long-running experiment. We have a month, maybe two, until Sovereign starts looking for him."

Sparatus took a long, hard look at the unconscious Spectre and said softly:

"I understand your position. You have ten days until the formation of the Mnemosyne expedition is completed. The information was confirmed, and the probes found the downed Reaper. Starting point: Siglar orbit. If you still want to participate, you should arrive at the assembly point before the start of the expeditionary force."

"We will."

"I want to receive a report before departure. And I really hope to see one of my best Spectres in good health."

"I'll do my best." I promised him sincerely.

Sparatus nodded graciously, indicating that the conversation was over.

To bring Saren to his senses, I had to use direct mental influence and dim the brightness of the memories in order to avoid a relapse. He woke up quickly: his blue eyes opened, narrowed slightly when Saren realized the situation he was in.

"The report is over." Sparatus said calmly, intently watching the cautiously rising Spectrum. "Dismissed."

Saren nodded curtly and followed us out, followed by the adviser's heavy gaze.