I’m not quite sure when Mordin stole my heart. Perhaps it was when he alluded to the disease spreading aboard Normandy that could only be contracted through… intimate relations… with Varren. Maybe it was watching him struggle with the ethics and morals of the genophage. Perhaps it was his lightning fast delivery of dialogue that can’t quite keep up with his brain. Maybe it was simply because he was a friend.
And then he died.
(I’m not crying, you’re crying!)