[Automatically, Shepard picks up her head, and sees herself not as she thinks she is, weariness and aching muscles and frustration and the smell of sweat in an enclosed space, but instead the way she looks from the outside.
Sleek armor, back bent but strong, braced against the console. A part of her sees only N7 and settles against the deeply engrained friend/foe training, like putting your back against a thick wall in a firefight. Some other part remembers the last time a woman shared Shepard's face, and tenses, then lets go-- no, no. Red glow from cybernetic eyes behind that visor. Her hands are shaking when she moves to take her helmet.
She moves slow. Vision overlayed vision. Stay, he'd asked her, and she couldn't find the wherewithal to answer, but she didn't pull away. There's an art to taking a punch, and if Commander Shepard knows anything at all, it's sacrifice: she didn't suffer under the feeling, she simply took the fear like pounding jungle rain. Rooting her to the ground. Leaving her staring at him with wide eyes and a deep uncertainty.
What is this?
What is this?]
S͢͠a̴̕͢͝m̕҉͟͟͠?͏̸̧͝͞ ?)
[Thought and voice, overlaid, jumbled together. She feels more than a little drunk; someone does, at least. She stays.]
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Sleek armor, back bent but strong, braced against the console. A part of her sees only N7 and settles against the deeply engrained friend/foe training, like putting your back against a thick wall in a firefight. Some other part remembers the last time a woman shared Shepard's face, and tenses, then lets go-- no, no. Red glow from cybernetic eyes behind that visor. Her hands are shaking when she moves to take her helmet.
She moves slow. Vision overlayed vision. Stay, he'd asked her, and she couldn't find the wherewithal to answer, but she didn't pull away. There's an art to taking a punch, and if Commander Shepard knows anything at all, it's sacrifice: she didn't suffer under the feeling, she simply took the fear like pounding jungle rain. Rooting her to the ground. Leaving her staring at him with wide eyes and a deep uncertainty.
What is this?
What is this?]
S͢͠a̴̕͢͝m̕҉͟͟͠?͏̸̧͝͞ ? )
[Thought and voice, overlaid, jumbled together. She feels more than a little drunk; someone does, at least. She stays.]