[ And they're listening to him. Not completely, but that's a hell of a lot more than she's used to.
So she's listening to him, too. And fuck if he isn't talking about honest-to-god time travel, which would have Shepard skeptical on the best of days. But even with all of that to wrap her head around, she can't help but go back to 'eight months'. Eight months... Hell, between this last stretch of the war and her time under lock and key, eight months sounds about right. Is that why it pulled her back in? So she could... what? Finish the fight? Or just remember a fight that's already finished?
No. No, nope, that's too much to think about right now. She's got god-knows-how-many enemy guns much too close to distract herself with existential time-space bullshit.
So instead, she addresses Kaidan's existential time-space bullshit. ]
They killed innocent civilians, [ she insists. ] They put this in my neck. [Her tone's low and mutinous, but he knows her too well. Mutinous means he's won. He's won, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. ]
This is bullshit, [ Is her verdict, but she's jamming her pistol down the waist of the back of her pants. Shepard holds her hands up, palm-out, exhaling a slow and exasperated sigh through her nose. ]
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So she's listening to him, too. And fuck if he isn't talking about honest-to-god time travel, which would have Shepard skeptical on the best of days. But even with all of that to wrap her head around, she can't help but go back to 'eight months'. Eight months... Hell, between this last stretch of the war and her time under lock and key, eight months sounds about right. Is that why it pulled her back in? So she could... what? Finish the fight? Or just remember a fight that's already finished?
No. No, nope, that's too much to think about right now. She's got god-knows-how-many enemy guns much too close to distract herself with existential time-space bullshit.
So instead, she addresses Kaidan's existential time-space bullshit. ]
They killed innocent civilians, [ she insists. ] They put this in my neck. [Her tone's low and mutinous, but he knows her too well. Mutinous means he's won. He's won, but that doesn't mean she has to like it. ]
This is bullshit, [ Is her verdict, but she's jamming her pistol down the waist of the back of her pants. Shepard holds her hands up, palm-out, exhaling a slow and exasperated sigh through her nose. ]