[The shift in the scene is so subtle when it does, that it's hard to say when the tradeover happens if you're not looking for it. Like recognizing the first beat of a repeating pattern every time it comes- meaningless, if the pattern continues. And it does. He lives, he dies, Kolyat prays, the doctors wait. And wait.
Shepard doesn't know that even this helps bolster the war. The crying, the screaming she does as the doctors drag her from this space- because when the nurses go home, when they drink with their friends that day, they don't say she was magnificent, they don't say she was so strong. They say she cries over every fallen soldier. She cares. She is so, painfully so human.
(Which would mean a lot, to a woman half synthetic, who has lost everything over and over and has lived only in the cracks, like a persistent weed breaking through concrete.)]
I don't... I don't know if I know how to remember him. Right, I mean. He's just... always been dying. And I've been the girl half-burning. And we... march towards the end, or something. I don't know.
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[The shift in the scene is so subtle when it does, that it's hard to say when the tradeover happens if you're not looking for it. Like recognizing the first beat of a repeating pattern every time it comes- meaningless, if the pattern continues. And it does. He lives, he dies, Kolyat prays, the doctors wait. And wait.
Shepard doesn't know that even this helps bolster the war. The crying, the screaming she does as the doctors drag her from this space- because when the nurses go home, when they drink with their friends that day, they don't say she was magnificent, they don't say she was so strong. They say she cries over every fallen soldier. She cares. She is so, painfully so human.
(Which would mean a lot, to a woman half synthetic, who has lost everything over and over and has lived only in the cracks, like a persistent weed breaking through concrete.)]
I don't... I don't know if I know how to remember him. Right, I mean. He's just... always been dying. And I've been the girl half-burning. And we... march towards the end, or something. I don't know.