'Pleez and tanks'

Ever since the Commander and her team had found me on Eden Prime, she has been constantly trying to improve me.

Despite being a 50,000 year old, super intelligent alien capable of extracting information via touch, the commander still thought I seemed to be unaware of social cues around the universe, even more so towards human traditions.

She had only realized my ignorance in the middle of a conversation with her.

'Javik, can you please stop telling me to throw Legion out the airlock?'

After a moment of silent contemplation, I regarded her with a strange expression.

'What is this pleez you speak of?'
'Wait, the term please?'
'Yes. These peas you talk of. Can I kill them?'
'Wait, what?'
'... Can I kill this pleez?'
'Its common courtesy Javik. You're actually using common courtesy?'
'No. I meant, can I kill it?'
'You can't kill a figure of speech.'
'That is what you think, human.'

The commander slapped her palm against her forehead, an exasperated noise escaping her lips as she laughed at me, and I shot her a glare.

'Lets try something, Javik.'
'I do not like trying new things.'
'Ask me to please throw Legion out the airlock.'
'No.'
'Javik, we have to get you accustomed to humans and their traditions''
'No.'
'Maybe if you say please I'll listen to you.'

I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and lifting my nose into the air, scoffing at the females attempts to educate me.

The silly female thinks she can teach me things, when in all reality my intelligence is greater than all of her asari combined. I imagine entertaining her for her own purposes would be a nice treat, seeing a human trying to teach a Prothean.

'Fine. Commander Shepard, will you pleez throw Legion out the airlock?'

The commander smiled at me, leaving me to wonder why she found this so amusing.

'Good job Javik! You're learning!'

Human, I know more than you will ever know, stop treating me like a damned Krogan.

'I still believe you should throw the geth out the airlock.' Even though your technology has advanced from my time, it seems your brains have not.

'Throwing him out the airlock will do no good. We need to work together with as many species as possible if we want to win this, Javik. You should know, you've fought the Reapers once already.'
'Human, you think I am unaware of my past? Keep your synthetic. Just don't expect me to trust him.'
'Thanks, Javik, for finally understanding'

I was contemplating on the word, thanks, and she realized I did not fully understand the necessity for that expression, as I had never used it myself.

'Tanks?'
'It's a term we use to express gratitude towards someone we respect.'
'You use military terminology to express gratitude?'
'No Javik, t-h-anks, not tanks.'

Humans are so respectful towards one another. It gets nothing done. Protheans were able to succeed using wits and brute strength, not frivolous words.

'I liked you better as primitives.'