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p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"The biotic redhead felt ridiculous at being stressed at something so stupid. Stressed at not being needed. Not being important. Not saving the world. Selfish. She knew it was. After all the galaxy having no major crisis anyway was a good thing./p
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p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"The war with the Reapers was over if anything she should be far less stressed. She should be able to relax and rejoice and joke about how even reapers couldn't keep the all powerful biotic commander down. But being this bored and feeling this useless was taking its toll on the Spectre./p
p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"So rejoicing wasn't how it was. Shepard hated her current rather unimportant missions that everyone insisted she go do for them. She was beginning to feel like everything she could ever do post reaper invasion was forever doomed to be useless./p
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p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"She was famous, and everyone knew she had done plenty in the past. But that wasn't enough for Shepard. She knew it should be. But she wanted to be needed in the moment. To have a purpose again./p
p style="outline: none 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); margin: 0px 0px 10px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.600000381469727px;"Shepard had stopped eating everything. Instead preferring to drink vodka when ever off mission. She knew it wouldn't help and was mad at how weak she was, but it felt better then being useless./p
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