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Moiety
Chapter Eight: Brush-Stroked
Tali paints. She paints images of the Normandy and her crew. She paints Rannoch as seen through the old poets' words. Sometimes she paints Kal'Reegar, while she smiles behind glass.
But mostly she paints her father's face. How she sees it in her dreams. What she can gleam from his voice. How she imagines his smile must look in the light.
She has known the blank visage of his mask for so long that the only time she feels he truly sees her is through brush-stroked eyes.
Sometimes she trails her fingers over his painted cheek and imagines the warmth.