[ She could tell Shepard her life story, but Asuka has never been an open book. She doesn't like talking about her mother or her death or everything that came after. It's uncomfortable. An unpleasant memory that she doesn't like to think about. So she pushes back to her feet with a shrug instead, shoving some of her hair back over her shoulder with one hand. ]
I was selected. I wasn't going to turn it down.
[ And she wanted people to admire her. To look at her and find her worthy (and at the same time, she wanted to be untouchable; to not have to rely on them). ]
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I was selected. I wasn't going to turn it down.
[ And she wanted people to admire her. To look at her and find her worthy (and at the same time, she wanted to be untouchable; to not have to rely on them). ]
Do I need another reason?