"I hate to say it, but you're probably gonna. Remember what I said about bloodless battles?"
Bloodless revolutions, was what she'd said, and she doubts he'd forgotten it. But one does not speak of revolution unless one is clearly joking, or else outside the likely ear-shot of one's superiors.
"To Thane," Instead of clarifying, she mirrors his toast, and drinks, two, three fiery gulps, wholly inappropriate to the drink at hand. She can feel it in her belly, warm and ugly, full of grief, "Y'know, I think he would have liked you. He was always so... polite."
It's almost an insult, said in that tone, except for the way Shepard smiles. The smile twists sour, after a moment, but for those shining heartbeats she is as soft and new as a green twig in spring. And then it's gone.
"But it wasn't like his hands were clean or anything, he was a professional assassin. And, he clearly enjoyed having at least one asshole for a friend. So, who knows?"
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Bloodless revolutions, was what she'd said, and she doubts he'd forgotten it. But one does not speak of revolution unless one is clearly joking, or else outside the likely ear-shot of one's superiors.
"To Thane," Instead of clarifying, she mirrors his toast, and drinks, two, three fiery gulps, wholly inappropriate to the drink at hand. She can feel it in her belly, warm and ugly, full of grief, "Y'know, I think he would have liked you. He was always so... polite."
It's almost an insult, said in that tone, except for the way Shepard smiles. The smile twists sour, after a moment, but for those shining heartbeats she is as soft and new as a green twig in spring. And then it's gone.
"But it wasn't like his hands were clean or anything, he was a professional assassin. And, he clearly enjoyed having at least one asshole for a friend. So, who knows?"