[He wishes he could laugh. God, he wishes he could laugh at that. He jerks on the spot, as though he's about to bury his face in his hands, only for the motion to turn into something strangled and aborted.]
[How much of him is still him in here, anyway?]
[The words crack, nearing an asymptote he cannot cross and does not want to cross and because it's Shepard, because it's the one person here who still gives him a chance even when she shouldn't when she really shouldn't when he does nothing to deserve it and has done nothing he can just up and fucking say it - ]
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[He wishes he could laugh. God, he wishes he could laugh at that. He jerks on the spot, as though he's about to bury his face in his hands, only for the motion to turn into something strangled and aborted.]
[How much of him is still him in here, anyway?]
[The words crack, nearing an asymptote he cannot cross and does not want to cross and because it's Shepard, because it's the one person here who still gives him a chance even when she shouldn't when she really shouldn't when he does nothing to deserve it and has done nothing he can just up and fucking say it - ]
I don't know how to do that anymore.