[ There is no moment of pause when Sam realizes he recognizes the woman outside the ship, no shock of frozen horror. Sam is not a man who responds to this kind of terror with stalled panic, he's one of action. Even as Rhodes and Riley's faces flash at the back of his mind, as he remembers it's like I was up there just to watch - he's moving, darting across the ship to grab for a space suit.
At the same time, he surges across his connection with Shepard, crashing through the shields he helped her build. They're more connected than not these days, but he hasn't gone as deep as he had the time he'd found the warning from the Protheans, the time they felt each other die, until now. Now he floods her, a whirl of feathers like the actual bird he's named for flying through her mind - fear determination hold on hold on hold on hold on. ]
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At the same time, he surges across his connection with Shepard, crashing through the shields he helped her build. They're more connected than not these days, but he hasn't gone as deep as he had the time he'd found the warning from the Protheans, the time they felt each other die, until now. Now he floods her, a whirl of feathers like the actual bird he's named for flying through her mind - fear determination hold on hold on hold on hold on. ]