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"I tell you everything. It's just ... not that easy. It helps, but it doesn't entirely take it away." She stared absently at her reflection. "The Council doesn't want me on any medication. They worry it'll damage my performance by changing how I act."

She swallowed, glancing downward with something kin to shame. "I've.. maybe developed a habit of binging." She murmured. "Maybe it's the stress, the nightmares, the neverending trauma. I'm neglecting myself."

"I find new things out about you every single day, Logan." She murmured, glancing over her shoulder at him. She raised a hand, cusp at the curve of his cheek. As rough as her palm was, she was gentle as she held him. "I—I really don't mean to make you worry about me, babe."

Shepard sighed, tongue clicking against her cheek. She paused. Her eyes widened. "Am I pregnant?" She grunted. It seemed the only logical explanation.. Until she remembered something. "Wait, I can't even have kids."

She stands, pinching at a small chub at her side whilst she fixated ahead onto a mirror. Seems she's letting herself go, or so she thinks.

And one mutant .

Someone called me xenophobic the other day. I had to count how many aliens I'd been with in my head. That took a while.

rather crude. Logan would have made a great friend for him.

Thane knew he was. It was one of his last wishes that she would find someone else to ease her. In some sense, it seemed he was sent by Thane to her. "I think so too." As gentle and collected as he was, there was a sense of cruelty and darkness to him. His humor was, at times,

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Thane.. it was the one she was staring at prior to his arrival. She never truly got over him, but she managed to learn how to cope with the loss. Logan helped plenty enough, too—he gave her someone else to come home to, to continue fighting this terrible life for. "No. Stay."

She paused to glance over at him. This seemed a daily ritual for her, though one she normally had done in privacy, not wishing the crew to see her vulnerability. With him, however? She allowed him to see weakness in her. ".. hey."

Standing, perfect at attention—facing a wall immediately in front of her. What in the world was she doing?

Technically never, but I wish you were sometimes.