"When was the last time you even went out?"
"I don't know..."
"You have to snap out of this, really."
"It's six months ago now since... Was it so long ago now? It still feels so... raw."
"Exactly, you need to get out and pop your head up, see the real world again."
"I can't. Not yet. I still haven't... I don't know if I can let go yet. I've started writing, you know."
"What?"
"Yes. Recounting the tales, putting my own spin on it. We still don't really know what happened on the Citadel. What the hell happened there?"
"We've been over this. I know it makes no sense, but that's that. We can only carry on and keep up the fight."
"Easy for you to say. You didn't lose anyone close to you. You were just run and gun. None of it really mattered to you."
"A bit harsh."
"But you can't understand, not really. Not without..."
"Not this again..."
"But it's true. You never went to Virmire or Feros, that was hard."
"That's not my fault!"
"You could have tried a different platform..."