[ For a moment, she'd felt like a child again, begging the latest foster parent to give her another chance, let her stay, please don't send her away. The same fear she'd lived with all her life, of messing something up badly enough to warrant being thrown away again. And then her universe rights itself and she can breathe easily again, that desperation settling into the back of her mind again where it belonged. ]
Thank you.
[ The words are soft and probably not something Shepard is looking for, but they still need to be said. It's unfortunate that the war is now at the forefront of her mind, the worst aspects rising from the deep to remind her of just how bad things had gotten. The camps that had been created in any open space, the hundreds of thousands of mutants confined with power-dampening collars, the baseline human allies who had been killed during processing to conserve resources. The hundreds of facilities across the world that they'd tried desperately to take down, and each and every time they'd arrived too late to save someone from another mass grave.
Her prison had been nothing like that. She'd been processed in a camp, but when her DNA had been scanned against the Wanted list, she'd been transferred to the lab. Her home turned into her personal hell.
It all tries to rise to the surface, break free of the torn boxes she'd compartmentalized them into, and some of it does slip free of her shields. Bits and pieces, impressions, too much, and she doesn't know what to say. ]
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Thank you.
[ The words are soft and probably not something Shepard is looking for, but they still need to be said. It's unfortunate that the war is now at the forefront of her mind, the worst aspects rising from the deep to remind her of just how bad things had gotten. The camps that had been created in any open space, the hundreds of thousands of mutants confined with power-dampening collars, the baseline human allies who had been killed during processing to conserve resources. The hundreds of facilities across the world that they'd tried desperately to take down, and each and every time they'd arrived too late to save someone from another mass grave.
Her prison had been nothing like that. She'd been processed in a camp, but when her DNA had been scanned against the Wanted list, she'd been transferred to the lab. Her home turned into her personal hell.
It all tries to rise to the surface, break free of the torn boxes she'd compartmentalized them into, and some of it does slip free of her shields. Bits and pieces, impressions, too much, and she doesn't know what to say. ]