She was finally being released after spending three days chained to a bed in the medbay. Her stomach and side still burned whenever she moved, and she could feel the fresh web of scars tightened whenever she moved too much, but she was free and that was what mattered. She could have survived a day or two, but three had been pushing it, and her patience had grown thin with everyone over the past few days. Which was why she was so grateful that Chakwas had released her so late at night. No one would be around to ask her how she was, and when they saw her in the morning they'd hopefully skip the question altogether, if she was lucky.
The commander headed straight for the mess hall upon her release from Chakwas' custody. It had been days since she had eaten properly and she was craving something fruity or sweet. One of the two, it didn't matter all that much to her. She opened and closed cupboards in the kitchen, rifling through their contents, looking for something, anything. When her thoughts turned to Rannoch.
Legion had showed her so much of the quarian's history... of the geth's history. Now what she had learned and what she had seen were muddled in her mind, and she found it hard to lay the two down side by side to look at them. It was hard to believe that the quarians had done what they had done, but also understandable. Wasn't it? Part of her didn't believe it, but she knew that what her friend had shown her had been real.
Leaning against the counter, she frowned down at the smooth surface. Why had the quarians lied about so much of it? What did they have to gain from it?
