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     _{The ringing in her ears barely allowed his words to reach her… and her eyes, bright, vivid, crimson, were wide and practically sparking, void… staring at the man beyond the barrel of her pistol, still held at arms length, her hand glued to the mechanism. Her breathing had stopped… her face had become deadpan, as had it not been for the sleepless, dark rings to prove her flawed and broken state of humanity, she might have seemed nothing more than an android.} 

     _{She could feel it… the clawing inside her skull… the tick-tick-ticking of wires and words and whispers… she felt a jolt every now and again… she ignored a jolt every now and again… a twitch of her trigger finger or a curl of her lip… she passed it for cruelty… She passed it for intolerance… and so had everyone else, from one end of the galaxy to the next. They called her a renegade… but the fact of the matter was that Commander Shepard held so much more weight in the predicament that organics— that all existent life —faced, and it was not until now that it was crystal clear.}

     _{”I couldn’t let you continue…”}

     _{Her voice was low, strained, and she took a slow step towards the Admiral as the words cut from between her lips. Those eyes seemed to flare… the scars that littered her skin like an overheated grid following frightening suit, “The Reapers cannot be stopped… this cycle will end.”}