like a dog to its master, she strides by his side - patiently, lying in wait
Loyaltyensures survival. Miranda Lawson is the pinnacle of humanity'sgreatest.When he looks at her, he feels a father's surging pride. A shame herown father betrayed her. A shame for him, a joyfor Jack.
Inthe dark, he studies her silhouette.Full lips. Pert nose. Fair complexion. Beautiful by Westernstandards. Beneath the ideal canonical proportions, there liesbrains.Brains he admires more than beauty.
Sheresembles a drone when she comes to him. Standing prim &proper, awaiting dutiful instruction. It pleases him though it goesunsaid.The Illusive Man smokes &processes the communication call that happened moments prior. ProjectLazarus is a success.Shepard's freedom is a challenge.
❝Ineed you to be my shadow,Miranda.❞
She'shis honeytrap. His spy. His navigator. He blows out a ring of smoke,a dragon protecting its technological, futuristic hoard. Comfortably,the king sits in his chair. Ashes fall.He reeks of cigarettes&bad intentions. Just another archetype.
Hepats her.
Gooddog.