[She crouches a bit, bringing her arm around their legs, so they can almost use it as a seat. Shepard uses her other arm to steady them, but once they're up, they can see him- the patterns on the scales of his skin that fade between green and red and black, the ridges of his cheekbones down his neck in finlike juts of color and point, his eyes when they open, completely, entirely black. The dream repeats, and he turns his head, and smiles at them both.
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[She crouches a bit, bringing her arm around their legs, so they can almost use it as a seat. Shepard uses her other arm to steady them, but once they're up, they can see him- the patterns on the scales of his skin that fade between green and red and black, the ridges of his cheekbones down his neck in finlike juts of color and point, his eyes when they open, completely, entirely black. The dream repeats, and he turns his head, and smiles at them both.
Shepard finds it in her to smile back.]
Here he is.