Loosing It
"You are loosing it, Shepard."
Dr. Chawkas' voice pulls her to a stop on her way through the med bay. Shepard's eyes, formerly brown but shining with a reddish tinge since she has stopped her post-resurrection treatments, meet the doctor's solemn ones.
"Don't stare at me when I tell you the truth," Dr. Chawkas composed voice breaks the silence after a moment.
Shepard forces herself not to throw the doctor out the med bay's window with a biotic blast. What she has done to Garrus the other day still horrifies that tiny shard of humanity left inside her. Instead, she slowly wills herself to ask: "What am I loosing?"
The doctor does not flinch at the opposing threat, though she must be able to see the aura of biotic concentration flare around the Commander.
"Your sanity, Shepard."
"I'm fine," Shepard retorts.
The doctor sighs. "You are acting like a teenager, Shepard. You used to be so strong. The Hero of the Citadel. I never believed you would crumble under what one single man did to you."
What saved Dr. Chawkas that day was that, by all means, Commander Shepard wanted to avoid "acting like a teenager", as the doctor had put it.