[A skip in his chest, like a shiv to his guts. Like every knife that's ever slit into his abdomen.]
[It's not fair.]
[It's not fair that he knows her. It's not fair that he can call her up fucking effortlessly. It's not fair that he can say Commander Shepard and he can remember the vibrant red of her hair and the way the dark of the Mako hid the tension in her shoulders and the way she called him kid and how he left her a gun that she said she'd silence for him - ]
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[A skip in his chest, like a shiv to his guts. Like every knife that's ever slit into his abdomen.]
[It's not fair.]
[It's not fair that he knows her. It's not fair that he can call her up fucking effortlessly. It's not fair that he can say Commander Shepard and he can remember the vibrant red of her hair and the way the dark of the Mako hid the tension in her shoulders and the way she called him kid and how he left her a gun that she said she'd silence for him - ]
[He doesn't let go, but his grip slackens.]
How do you know her.
[It isn't a question.]