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Chapter Seventeen: A Cold, Dead Place
"Never again," Joker promises, eyes fixed on the flight terminal in front of him.
Shepard narrows her eyes in confusion.
Outside the Normandy, the blaring sun of the Hoplos system blankets the hull in gleaming light.
Joker's hands begin to shake. "When you died." He swallows, throat constricting. "When you died because you came back for me." His voice is like shadow.
The sag of Shepard's shoulders carries her sigh down into her bones. "Joker, don't." Her hand finds his. The glint of sunlight flickers through the shutter panels and space is suddenly, inexplicably, no longer a cold, dead place.
