(You know I'm not a spy, Sam. But whatever intel you get, I'll take it-- I need a target.)
[It's a complicated need, not just about what Shepard needs, personally, although she cannot deny the twitchy, anxious boredom that must every day be tamped down carefully. Like gunpowder. Also too, she needs a target to be useful; Shepard truly is not a spy. She is neither well suited nor skilled in such a position, it is her work to act on the foundation laid by such professionals.
In turning to agriculture we specialize as a species. That same process eventually results in individuals who would literally shoot you as soon as look at you, as a matter of collectivized survival instinct. Perhaps the mongols knew something we didn't.]
no subject
[It's a complicated need, not just about what Shepard needs, personally, although she cannot deny the twitchy, anxious boredom that must every day be tamped down carefully. Like gunpowder. Also too, she needs a target to be useful; Shepard truly is not a spy. She is neither well suited nor skilled in such a position, it is her work to act on the foundation laid by such professionals.
In turning to agriculture we specialize as a species. That same process eventually results in individuals who would literally shoot you as soon as look at you, as a matter of collectivized survival instinct. Perhaps the mongols knew something we didn't.]
( You got my back here? )