"She is grieving."
He stands overlooking the stars upon the observatory deck, distant flashes of light in the endless, black ABYSS, his shoulders hunched and hands folded behind his back.
There are scuffs on his armor from the mission earlier this day, the remnants of dirt and fire leaving marks on the metal to match the rest. He knows Kaidan is surprised to see him anywhere else above the cargo hold, though they had only just returned. From Rannoch.
Shepard had made a beeline for her cabin, and hasn't left it since.
“I can feel it.”
He wasn't there for the main fight, no. Just the initial ground control. But he can sense the GRIEF, he can feel it-- it suffocates the air of the entire ship, clogs up his senses. He wasn't there for the main event, but he knows Kaidan was. He can feel it from him too.
Javik shifts slightly, sparing the other man his sharp tongue and sour attitude.
"The quarian. I take it she was an old friend." (An old friend, and a dead one.)
