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Chapter Eighteen: Rannoch Cliffside
It is the sharp angle of her locked elbow when Tali plants her hand along her hip. It is the subtle tilt of her head and the low hum of thought that colors her voice. It is the way she smoothly slides her forefinger along the barrel of her shotgun. It is the graceful line of her calf when she twists behind cover.
It is all these things that Legion finally understands, as he lays along the warm stones of a Rannoch cliffside and recognizes his own slow dying.
It is all these things that tell him he is home.