[She smiles, but it's not really anything from happiness; it's the arch of her cheekbones as her eyes close a moment, the squeezing of her face as she tries to hold it together. They know her. They know this, the way they find their path through her ribs and somewhere to her heart.
Shepard lets them take the pace, but gives their fingers a little squeeze as they touch, gesturing with her free hand for Frisk to follow.]
C'mon.
[None of the crew followed her here, when she ran to see his condition, when she bolted through the Citadel. They didn't want to interrupt what was the last moment between them. But Shepard knows herself, and the fact that she was alone for this carries more weight than the war.]
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Shepard lets them take the pace, but gives their fingers a little squeeze as they touch, gesturing with her free hand for Frisk to follow.]
C'mon.
[None of the crew followed her here, when she ran to see his condition, when she bolted through the Citadel. They didn't want to interrupt what was the last moment between them. But Shepard knows herself, and the fact that she was alone for this carries more weight than the war.]