[Shepard's doing the thing she always does during tough events like this- she's at the beach, but without the Mako this time. This time, she's down by the shoreline in the sand, shoes discarded next to her, pants rolled up to her knees as the surf rolls in, slowly burying her toes in the sand as each wave crests.
Shepard herself is leaning back on her hands, letting them sink into the sand, too, eyes closed, letting the late October wind crest over her face.
As always, she'll talk if asked. But maybe, for a moment, it's quiet.]
the beach ; you're my head start, you're my rugged heart
Shepard herself is leaning back on her hands, letting them sink into the sand, too, eyes closed, letting the late October wind crest over her face.
As always, she'll talk if asked. But maybe, for a moment, it's quiet.]