[That breath is a victory. It's scary to see him on the edge like this, slipping through her fingertips in a way she isn't sure she's able to catch. The last time she saw Alex, he was like this too. Rough in her fingers, jagged edges like broken glass, every heave of his chest splintering more and more into oblivion as he became sand seeping into the ground. She couldn't catch him. How do you hold a structure well enough to stop it's collapse? How do you realize you've squeezed something too tightly, broken it yourself through your own fear?
At least she feels that breath. Shepard takes her other hand, gently moving some hair from his face, wiping some sweat from his brow.]
Yeah. You are. And that means something, no matter what. You gotta remember that means something.
[In a way, she's the same. If she had died out there... people would still have fought in her name. She thinks out of the blue of the people of Mindoir, the people who had never met her but simply carried the name of her home, fighting to put her face on their flag. Of a refugee child hugging her middle in the Citadel and saying she knew she'd be safe with her out in the galaxy. Of the reporter on her ship whispering, in confidence, that she'd make sure every good Shepard ever did carried her name.
Even her corpse is a threat, too. If the Reapers killed her, she'd be a martyr.
Sometimes there's simply no end to what they've started.]
The universe is too big for us to really know. But that's... horrifying. We just gotta keep going. If we can't do anything else, we just gotta find a way to keep going.
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At least she feels that breath. Shepard takes her other hand, gently moving some hair from his face, wiping some sweat from his brow.]
Yeah. You are. And that means something, no matter what. You gotta remember that means something.
[In a way, she's the same. If she had died out there... people would still have fought in her name. She thinks out of the blue of the people of Mindoir, the people who had never met her but simply carried the name of her home, fighting to put her face on their flag. Of a refugee child hugging her middle in the Citadel and saying she knew she'd be safe with her out in the galaxy. Of the reporter on her ship whispering, in confidence, that she'd make sure every good Shepard ever did carried her name.
Even her corpse is a threat, too. If the Reapers killed her, she'd be a martyr.
Sometimes there's simply no end to what they've started.]
The universe is too big for us to really know. But that's... horrifying. We just gotta keep going. If we can't do anything else, we just gotta find a way to keep going.