I like to imagine Mordin is resting after what happens in Tuchanka during Mass Effect 3. He’s on a beach somewhere, collecting seashells, maybe analyzing a few. Salarians have pretty short lifespans when compared to the average human, around forty or so years. But I like to think that ultimately, Mordin lived a fulfilling life since he made it to 50 years old, something rare for his species. When I reflect on Mordin, there’s a big part of me that always wants to have a good cry for the Mass Effect scientist who went out so tragically, but ultimately, I think his story ended the way it should have. I love Mordin, and instead of crying over his fate, I’ll continue to celebrate my favorite singing scientist and quirky wingman.
I played the entire Mass Effect trilogy just as the third one came out. I initially bought in after a friend’s ravings about Garrus, thinking he’d be the only character I liked, but found a whole family of spacefaring misfits to adore. When it was time to pick up Mordin in Mass Effect 2, I had no primer on the character. I had no idea who this lanky little scientist was, didn’t really care, but quickly felt betrayed. How did no one in my circle prepare me for how much I’d love Mordin?
Mordin has it all, but I think the moment he clicked with me was most likely your earliest favorite memory too. Mass Effect 2 is when the real chaos and danger becomes clear, and Mordin is pretty damn valuable when it comes to figuring out what’s going on with the Protheans, Collectors, and their role in the big spooky Reaper plan. After Shepard chats with him a bit about what’s going on, he notes the Collectors are the remnant of a culture, just husks—they don’t have any art. It’s tragic, but it segues into how Mordin made the observation. As a scientist, he notes what a lack of art means, and in the most incredible song routine ever, explains how he’s acquired those chops. Look, I know the conversation is pretty damn grim, but Mordin’s got an okay outlook given the absolute horrors of the situation.
Anyway, that’s his adorable moment accounted for, but the best moments with Mordin have him as Shepard’s wingman. Honestly, there is no one in Mass Effect that has a girl’s back quite like him. I always go for the aliens, I romanced just about everyone, but Garrus, Thane, and Liara are my favorite pairings. The first time Mordin gave me advice on my extraterrestrial sex adventures, I turned about thirty shades of red, gently put down my controller, and giggled uncontrollably with a room full of girlfriends.
Mordin approaches Shepard just as you’re gearing up for a romp before a mission that most of your crew assumes to be a death sentence. He notes different species handle stress differently, and since I was romancing Garrus, he mentioned that sexual activity is a normal means of relief for both humans and Turians. Oh god, Mordin, how did you know? What do you know? He warns about chafing, and I am silently dying.
In case you had any doubts about his status as the galaxy’s number one wingman, Mordin offers you this bit of advice, “Turians based on dextro-amino acids. Human ingestion of tissue could provoke allergic reactions. Anaphylactic shock possible. So don’t, ah, ingest. Also forwarding advice booklet to your quarters. Valuable diagrams, positions comfortable for both species, erogenous zone overviews. Can supply oils or ointments to reduce discomfort. Gave EDI electronic relationship aid demonstration vids to use as necessary.”
There’s not a single person on that ship that does Shepard that much of a solid, even counting the ones that save her from death. I mean, I guess he kind of does there, too, since anaphylactic shock is no joke. Shepard is just as shocked as I was, assuming Mordin is yanking her around. He kind of is, kind of isn’t, but his warnings in that unwavering matter-of-fact tone make him a hard read. If you romance Thane, he gives you more advice, who is also dangerous to bang, “Prolonged human to drell skin contact can cause small rash, itching. Oral contact may cause mild hallucinations.” Mordin, thanks for the heads-up that kissing my space boyfriend results in a trip.
When we talk about Mordin, we usually talk about his death. Apparently, you can even save him (I’ve never done it), but for his character, that just seems wildly inappropriate. The course his life takes makes sense to me, and I don’t think there’s really anything much to say there. So, when I talk about Mordin, I just want to reflect on how he lived through the series. The small moments that made him so endearing, his cares, desires, and hopes that made him worthy of mourning. Mordin is a straight-laced goofball, a strange combination of quirks and traits resulting in one of Mass Effect’s most charming crewmates.
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