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Moiety
Chapter Forty-Eight: Nameless
Chakwas finds Shepard slumped in the corner of the Med-Bay when she arrives for morning rounds.
She inhales swiftly. "Shepard," she says, or whispers, or screams - she isn't entirely sure anymore.
The commander glances up, face a quiet ruin. "I was too late," Shepard cries.
Chakwas will never know what for – maybe for Ilium, maybe for Earth, maybe for the nameless private she had pulled the sheet over in the night.
(Maybe especially for him.)
They were – all of them – nameless, after all.
These hands can only fix so much in a war that promises no tombstones for remembrance.