+deathpyre42 I guess it ultimately depends on the Clan and how open-minded they are. I'd imagine that if Wrex in charge, he'd consider them members of his Clan and under their protection.
Igarappappa Especially since there's a legal precedent for non-krogan Krantt, so logically they would be able to earn the other rights in krogan society.
deathpyre42 And since they were together and she is carrying his child, she'd probably be welcomed into the clan, at least if Wrex is in charge. I think she'd want her daughter to know about her Father and what he died for.
I assume so. It's been stated that a lot of Krogan would bang Asari to bypass the genophage, even if they weren't legit Krogan. Some clans probably wouldn't be open to it, but I imagine others world because of that. Aside from the very rare krogan baby surviving, it's been their only way of really mating and actually having kids.
If, after completing this mission and then rejecting The Catalyst’s offer at the end of ME3, Liara’s Timecapsule contains the following historical record referenced to a D. Adams of Earth: “(Krogan) poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria ... The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator ... in the destruction of the planet Earth ... (Krogan) poetry is mild by comparison.”
That's a very cool reference to Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy by Douglas Adams. “Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.” - D. Adams
