𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐘. of course, so where a lot of things shepard did, but it didn’t take it any less unsafe, even if just for a few seconds. allowing herself to be hunted, to be entangled [ however briefly, however falsely ] in a web of seduction and power by someone as dangerous as morinth certainly veered on the edge of reckless and thus in line with her whole career. but what’s done is done, and she has the fresh imprint of an asari’s skull being smashed in at the forefront of her mind. it was brutal, and had to happen, she knows, but it doesn’t mean she can’t feel a type of way about it. more so in terms of what it meant, what it still might mean, for the justicar. they don’t want pity, but that isn’t even close to what’s been weighing on her heart. the door to the observation deck opens and closes, and for a few moments, she reconsiders saying anything. it might not be her place [ shepard’s still human, and asari have their own culture and ideals; that’s not even counting the more personalized one samara has, as a justicar. as a mother, as an individual. ] but she just can’t shake it.
❝ can i say something? then i promise, i won’t bring it up again. [ she doesn’t wait for a response, though; just charges on ahead, like a krogan in battle. except instead of a battlefield, it’s the complex wires of potentially volatile emotions that threaten to spill over. ] please don’t think i’m pitying you, ‘cause i’m not. i just wanted to say that it’s not your fault. none of it is your fault. life gave you a shitty hand, and . . . you could have ignored it. pretended like it was okay, or just fucked off to some distant corner of the cosmos and live like it never happened. but you didn’t. maybe it’s an asari thing, or maybe it’s just a you thing, but whatever it is, it’s really fuckin’ admirable. i just wanted you to know that. so — now you know. ❞
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