The golden disc glows faintly, illuminating the interior of the small hut he has built for himself. They offered him mansions, towers, apartments and houses. But he built this small hut with his own hands. He is not a king, he insisted. He is a general, and he will not rule. He will train. He will teach.
She finds him sitting cross legged on the floor of the hut, next to the chair and table that are the only furnishings. This is not surprising; her memories of him tell her that this is how he has always been. Exaltation does not change a man; it simply lets them be who they can be.
She knocks on the side of the door, and he rolls his shoulders back. Turning to her, he opens his four glowing eyes. The rays of sunlight hover around the golden ring as it turns, providing the light for the normally unlit room. Vessae smiles, but his face remains stoic, stone.
She holds up the sealed box. "I brought food," she says, "You haven't eaten all day. You must be hungry."
"I am," he admits. She walks to him, sits across from him and opens the container. "What reports do you have?"
"Wong has been monitoring communications." His lips quirk up. He has a fondness for the human girl. "We're getting company. The Alliance is sending the Normandy to investigate Eden Prime."
He nods. "The Normandy. Why is this significant?"
She takes out a sandwich, unwrapping it. "It's commanding officer, Shepard. She is the Zenith."
Javik looks up from the box. "I see." His smile goes ever so slightly wider. "Then we should have something prepared to welcome them."