(See? I knew there was a reason I liked you. Right from the start.)
[It's a perverse urge, like the unwilling desire to jump that comes when one looks down from a height. Shepard doesn't really want to lash out and start killing-- the romantic notion of it is cathartic, but the reality would be messier. There would be consequences, backlash, the other hosts would want an explanation and the fighting that followed would by ugly and formless. Shepard didn't mind ugly, but she liked to at least know a target from a friendly.
No, no. She didn't really want to jump. But just the same, it wasn't completely possible to erase the notion of what it would feel like, just this once, to give in to impulse.]
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[It's a perverse urge, like the unwilling desire to jump that comes when one looks down from a height. Shepard doesn't really want to lash out and start killing-- the romantic notion of it is cathartic, but the reality would be messier. There would be consequences, backlash, the other hosts would want an explanation and the fighting that followed would by ugly and formless. Shepard didn't mind ugly, but she liked to at least know a target from a friendly.
No, no. She didn't really want to jump. But just the same, it wasn't completely possible to erase the notion of what it would feel like, just this once, to give in to impulse.]
( You and me, we have a lot in common. )