[The memory is vivid, with the painted-in assumptions of childhood, blurred around the edges like a well-handled book-- the paper kind anachronistic but visceral. Shepard is reminded, obscurely, of nothing so much as the Quarians, of all things.
Tali had danced like that, in a way. Not so gracefully, but then anyone who could dance lie that after three of whatever triple-purified Turian spirit she'd had... Well. that's more than just impressive. God, she misses Tali'zorah.]
(Sounds pretty lush. I'm sorry for your loss.)
[In all likelihood, none of them will ever see their loved ones again. That Lakshmi's thoughts are preoccupied with her absent husband is no secret, not as Shepard sees it. But it is sad.]
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Tali had danced like that, in a way. Not so gracefully, but then anyone who could dance lie that after three of whatever triple-purified Turian spirit she'd had... Well. that's more than just impressive. God, she misses Tali'zorah.]
( Sounds pretty lush. I'm sorry for your loss. )
[In all likelihood, none of them will ever see their loved ones again. That Lakshmi's thoughts are preoccupied with her absent husband is no secret, not as Shepard sees it. But it is sad.]