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Moiety
Chapter Thirty-Six: History
"What do I tell them?"
Shepard looks up at Liara's question, at the subtle way she turns her hands over in her lap, the soft cone of light spreading from her time capsule on the table, the image of herself – stalwart and straight-backed – reflecting out in miniature. Liara's 'project' as she called it.
Shepard remembers the call she made to abandon the Council, and Mordin's back as she fired her Carnifex, and Tali's sobbing as the quarian fleet disintegrated over Rannoch.
"Tell them I have no regrets."
She pulls away, gaze on her knees.
History was never very forgiving anyway.