It wasn't fair. Nyreen let the thought roll around in her mind, soaking it in a sulk that she allowed herself for a moment before she was back to the typical appearance of Nyreen Kandros: turian biotic, mercenary in the employ of her part-time lover, Aria T'Loak. It wasn't fair that she felt this overwhelming sense of panic every time Aria went off to do her own dirty work. A stab in the heart and the gut simultaneously as she stayed behind to worry and fret, throat closing around words that strained on her tongue until they were suffocated each time she watched her go and then upon her return.
She was the sensible one. The calm to Aria's storm of temperament and flights of mood. The sensible one shouldn't be the one with a swelling heart and trembling hands as if she were a child again. Their arrangement was business. Feelings beyond loyalty and duty were discarded with disdain. And while Nyreen felt herself pitching off the precipice into the darkness of loving Aria, she was drowning in everything left unsaid.