[Truthfully, Shepard doesn't want to go. Even in watching him die, even in having to relive that moment- when it loops, at the start, she gets to feel the touch of his hand. The weak squeeze where their fingers connect, the last bit of life in him she can still remember. It's a sorry state she's in that even this is hope. That she'd relive this horrible place just to see him alive for a second one more time.
She takes one more look back towards Thane, and turns, making her way out. The small scrapes and dirt on her disappears when she emerges, and the memory version of her splits off, walking backwards, takes Thane's hand.
Shepard leans against the wall, back heavy, head titled up and eyes closed.]
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She takes one more look back towards Thane, and turns, making her way out. The small scrapes and dirt on her disappears when she emerges, and the memory version of her splits off, walking backwards, takes Thane's hand.
Shepard leans against the wall, back heavy, head titled up and eyes closed.]
Sorry. It's... you probably have questions.