She was like glass. Beautiful, when the sun shined she caught the eye of everyone, but also fragile. Her jagged edges cut anyone who got too close. Either way broken pieces always had to be swept up. Miranda watched her sister until the elevator doors closed completely. Oriana was the only family she would ever have. Her father had made sure of that. She smiled gently and kept her eyes hidden from Shepard. There were tears in them. She would miss her sister. She wanted to get to know her, to teach her things, to be her sister as well as her protector. She needed him, she needed Shepard, and that scared her more than anything-the glaring magnificence of Illium that she had always found beautiful and comforting brought her no closer to acceptance.