[MSG: Z. Massani] Zaeed?
[MSG; Z. Massani] Tell me where you are.
[MSG; Z. Massani] I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just tell me where you are.

[MSG; Z. Massani] I believe I’m impressing at least one person. 

Send ✆ for a morning text

[MSG; Z. Massani] The hell Massani? Did you honestly eat all of my damn pancakes?

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

[MSG; Z. Massani] I’m sorry. I never meant to leave. I thought I’d be better off leaving you behind as a part of my past, but I learned that you were exactly where I needed you. I spent every moment since I walked out regretting my choice.

[MSG to Z. Massani deleted,]

Send ☎ for a rushed text

[MSG; Z. Massani] Hospital. Now.

Send ☏ for a loving text

[MSG; Z. Massani] Thinking of you.

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

[MSG; Z. Massani] i sitll lvoe you

Send ø for a late night text

[MSG; Z. Massani] Alright, but here’s the real question. Is your reality actually entirely your reality. Or is it something that you think is your own but was actually shaped by everyone you’ve ever encountered?

Send ✘ for a text not meant for you

[MSG; Z. Massani] He’s rude and crass. Has no sense of moral direction and lives for the thrill of killing someone. What do you think?

          Hackett leaned back in his chair and smiled. Once upon a time the merc had been full of advice on how to deal with everything from turians to krogan, and over the years the admiral had actually found some of it useful. “On occasion. Though don’t tell him I said that. His head’s already big enough.”

Send me “I didn’t actually think you’d do it.” for my character’s mindset and reaction to having just shot yours.

          Steven felt his eyes widen in horror as he realized who was on the other side of the gun. Zaeed. What the hell? Where the hell? His gaze shifted down to the gun and he dropped the gun in terror. He had done. What the fuck? 

         “I…” His gaze snapped up to the mercenary’s face. He could feel his heart beating uncomfortably against his rib cage. What had he done? Had he just killed the only person… He could feel the shame and guilt welling in his chest. How? Why?

          His knees failed him and he crashed to the ground. “What did I… I don't understand.” He whispered, his voice nearly cracking. His mind refused to comprehend what he had just done and he stared down at the discarded gun. “Zaeed…”

          “Some days I don’t think I do, but others… It’s been so long it’s hard to say how I feel towards him.”