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[postictal]

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[normandysbest]

[Her first instinct is to keep pushing this. To just-- twist her way in, break down the walls, get something. The fear of running into the unknown is lessened somewhat from the years she's been going, but it's still there. She can still be afraid.

But this isn't working. So she relents. Shepard pulls herself to her feet, making no motions to quiet her footsteps.]

Fine. But we have to talk, Tim. Eventually.

You did promise.

[And she starts to walk off.]

[postictal]

[Did he? Did he - ]

[Fuck. Hell if he remembers. Hell if he remembers what he promised her or didn't, right now. He can't promise anything but the fact that he's ruined her. He's ruined her, and everything she knows is going to burn.]

[Because of you.]