[Shepard sighs, more like a chuckle. She catches when the memory loops this time, the tiniest stutter, where she feels the pressure of Thane's hand return. Something familiar. The moving of the world in gentle waves, towards him, and away.]

I don't think it's selfish. To reach for something that makes you happy.

[She passes the pressure along to them, in measures, the link between her past and this future she's built in Wonderland.]

Everyone needs it, right? Just to not be alone.