Author's Note: Taking a break from my normal writing and decided to do a little Mass Effect. I picture Shepard being a Renegade with a little Paragon side to her in this one, but it's open to interpretation. I don't know; I didn't feel like delving into the grand scope of life and wanted a little happy-ish snippet for my Mass Effect stories. Enjoy!
"Commander, I think you could teach a morality class," said Joker.
Shepard tore her gaze away from the cluster of stars outside the window and turned her attention towards the pilot in the chair in front of her.
"A morality class?" asked the Commander, skeptical. Shepard wasn't a religious person, and she was curious to see why Joker thought so.
"Now not any religious morality, but basic morality," continued the pilot. "Just telling right from wrong. You've been in a lot of those situations."
"Yeah, but sometimes, there isn't a clear cut choice. And even when there is, I don't always pick the right answer."
Joker raised an eyebrow.
"The Batarian terrorist," started Shepard. "I let him live to save the few. That's not what the books teach, Joker."
"And that's exactly why you should teach the class. The books have never experienced the scenarios they present. It's just a bunch of old men putting forth their ideas of chivalry."
Shepard laughed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the wall behind her.
"Why not pick Thane? He seems more philosophic."
Joker shook his head.
"The guy doesn't have morals. He thinks he's not killing people, his body is. It just doesn't make sense."
Shepard shrugged. "To each their own."
"Yeah, I guess," replied Joker.
"So, why the sudden interest in my non-existent teaching career?" asked Shepard after a moment.
"I don't know," shrugged the pilot. "You just seemed a bit weighed down recently. Might as well put those conflicting feelings to good use."
Shepard threw him a glance at the phrase "conflicting feelings" but held her tongue.
Finally, Shepard sighed and pushed herself away from the wall.
"Well Joker, the next time you need help deciding whether to have cereal or a muffin for breakfast, you can come find me. I'd be honored to help you in your dilemma."
"Wow. Thanks, Commander," said the pilot sarcastically as his chair swiveled back to face the controls.
Shepard rolled her eyes and lightly hit the bill of his hat.
"Hey!" whined Joker. "What was that for?"
"For being an idiot," called the Commander over her shoulder. "If I ever made the 'right' choice, we wouldn't be here."
Joker laughed and readjusted his hat, his ears catching the retreating steps of his Commanding Officer.
She was right though; there never was a right answer.
But she was never the goody two shoes type anyway.