Lament
A series of short snippets focusing on Kaidan.
Snippet 2: Anguish
The broken sobs of the grown man before him fell mute upon Kaidan's ears. He stood there, paralyzed, a hand gripping the frame of the pod lest his knees buckle beneath him. He couldn't find the words. The painful lump in his throat throbbed, forcing his dry lips apart as his troubled eyes tried to make sense of the unthinkable scene before him.
With a painful swallow, he released his hold on the escape pod. Mechanically his fingers pressed a command and the hatch closed, sealing away the all too painful truth he was finding much too hard to bear. The snow was there to greet him as he leaned against the pod, the sound of his armor scratching and screeching in protest as he slid down. He stared blankly up into the sky of clouds; snow began to fall furiously around him.
Shepard.
Commander Shepard was gone.
His vision blurred, fat tears began to slide down his cool cheeks as he bleakly gazed upwards toward the sky. The pain in his chest was becoming far too much to endure. With a trembling inhale of breath, the Lieutenant's flimsy composure fell apart. His armored hands caught his helmeted head as the silent sobs wracked his body, only a single mournful wail managed to escape his pained throat.
It was so absurd, so… impossible. She wasn't supposed to die. She was the immortal Commander Shepard, Savior of the Citadel. A whisper of a memory of their first meeting painted his memories, the Officer's ball, and then years later his slip up at the Citadel with Shepard and Ash. And then… tender memories of Ilos. Of all their time in service together they had only spent the briefest moments together. They had made plans to take their leave jointly to remedy that, something they both eagerly had looked forward to.
It was unfair.
Unthinkable.
He would never have another chance to hold her in his arms just as there could never be a time where he could wake up next to her, savoring the warmth of her skin against his. No other chance to smell the scent of her hair or regard her with open and naked adoration like she deserved, she would never know the true extent of his feelings for her.
He had promised it would all be different and within moments the Normandy, Pressley, Shepard and a few others were gone.
The fluttering snow had managed to pile up around him, the flakes of ice more than willing to bury him beneath them.
He had to get up.
The kind Doctor Chakwas and what crew had been with him when they escaped had been waiting. God, he didn't want to tell them. The sun was beginning to set, signaling to Kaidan he had to head back now or else face the unthinkable feat of remaining with the one man he couldn't stand to see at the moment, alone, until night passed over. Biting the inside of his cheek, he pushed himself up, aching muscles screaming in protest.
At least they'd help keep his mind focused on moving in the mean time.
He faced the pod with grim resolve, blinking away the last of his tears. Get Joker, head back to the others; a simple enough plan he hoped would not involve much talking.
He just… couldn't.
Harshly he punched in the command to open the pod; the grieving Joker was sprawled on the floor. One of the pilot's shins was bent awkwardly. Must of broke either from Shepard pushing him in or from the landing, Kaidan mused.
The Lieutenant swallowed hard, carefully considering what words to say. "I'm going to hoist you up." Joker acknowledged the warning with a slight nod. "Sorry if I'm rough but we don't have much time to get back to the others." The pilot removed a hand from his face revealing wet and blotched skin beneath. Kaidan didn't miss how pink and puffy the man's eyes were.
The prone Joker flinched as Kaidan swept his hands beneath his arms and quickly pulled him up, the sudden movements caused Joker to cry out in pain. The lieutenant found it hard to feel pity despite the words he carefully spoke, "You okay?"
"It's nothing I haven't felt before," Joker wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. "Let's just get the hell out of here." Kaidan simply pursed his lips together, as he lifted Joker out of the pod.
Once both men where out, Kaidan squatted down, arms slightly held out to the side, "Get on my back, we have a bit of a ways to Chakwas and the others." Without a word, Joker gingerly did as he was told, signaling to the Lieutenant he was ready with a pat to the shoulder and then they were off.
Most of the journey was spent counting steps and the number of times Joker whimpered from a misstep, if not counting then thinking of anything mundane to keep his mind off of her. Joker had the kind sense to spend nearly most of the trip in quiet contemplation.
"Kaidan." The careful way the pilot spoke his name encased the Lieutenant's heart in protective stone. "I know that- I mean what I wanna say is that I know sorry ain't gon-"
"Stop. I really don't want to hear it." Kaidan glared at the snow, his cheeks flushed with anger, trying to keep it together. "Save it for when we're not alone."
"… I gotcha."
For the remainder of the journey, only the cold wind and crunching of snow was the haunting requiem that met their ears.
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