[It reminds Shepard, those dim-lit scraps, of nothing so much as another laboratory-facility, overgrown, hidden in rain and jungle-vines, and a cold steel chair. This....This is a bad place. She takes a step forward, and drops a hand onto Rogue's shoulder, a weight meant to be comforting, to ground her in the here and now.]
Don't worry about it.
[Shepard's shields are like water-- they fill and fall, crash and flow. Her mind is a suboceanic volcano, but the waves are deep and the surface-thoughts flit through them like flashing fish in many colors. Harmless things. Helpless things. Nothing like the leviathans in the deep. Deeper now than before, pulled up around her to guard.
Not to protect herself from Rogue. To protect Rogue from Shepard's own self.]
no subject
Don't worry about it.
[Shepard's shields are like water-- they fill and fall, crash and flow. Her mind is a suboceanic volcano, but the waves are deep and the surface-thoughts flit through them like flashing fish in many colors. Harmless things. Helpless things. Nothing like the leviathans in the deep. Deeper now than before, pulled up around her to guard.
Not to protect herself from Rogue. To protect Rogue from Shepard's own self.]
Like I said. I get it.
[And really, she does.]