[He's saying everything she's been wondering since he showed up. Does it matter who she is, really? Did she just get unlucky enough to be placed as Shepard? She wants to say something, some good response, but she has none.

Another memory bubbles up, without thinking about it.]

I met another Shepard, back when all those new residents were here for a week last fall. We weren't even born on the same planet. But we still commanded the same ship, with the same allies.

[Everything feels like it's just slightly to the left, and she can't fix it. like she's not even herself at this point.]

You'd imagine if they needed us, it'd be us. But then what makes it... us, I guess. What's even the point?