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Chapter Thirty-Four: Far Louder
"Jack…" Shepard's whisper dies off in the air as they stand before the dead body of one of Grissom's students. The young girl's bright, blonde hair is stained red, splayed out over her face. Her back is burned through from incendiary rounds, a pool of blood slowly building beneath her.
Still warm.
Jack's hands clench into fists at her sides. "Dumb kid. That dumb, fucking kid."
"Jack," Shepard says again, this time shaking beneath the threat of tears.
She is already walking away, and the stiff line of her back is far louder than any ragged scream she could muster.