Face It
Zen
There were many warriors that deserved peace. Rest. Samara used to consider herself one of the higher people on that list- after all, what other parent had been chasing their child, hunting them down for nearly a century? After joining Shepard's crew, Samara's opinion of her trouble lowered considerably.
Shepard fought the good fight, every day. Every second, waking or not. And she didn't complain about it. Not once had anyone, including her old crew, had ever heard her seriously complain. It was all about the galaxy, about other people's problems, never about her. Samara often wondered what kind of galaxy was this to be so cruel to one so pure of heart.
After being helped by Shepard to kill her daughter, the asari woman found her presence calming. If Samara could have chosen, she would have wanted Shepard as a daughter. It was an ever present thought in her head. If she hadn't produced that.. but the thought was dismissed. It was painful.
The Justicar requested that Shepard be present for meditation sessions. Shepard was, at first, confused. Shepard knew she wasn't much of a...meditator, so she didn't see why the asari wanted her. Samara had a secret objective. By teaching Shepard how to meditate with her biotics, Shepard would be forced to relax at least once a week or so, and the biotic potency of Shepard would be increased. It was a win-win-win.
Shepard didn't suspect anything, which was as it should have been. If Shepard knew that the meditation sessions were for her, Shepard would magically think of an excuse to not better her own life.
And if one person in this entire galaxy deserved a small rest, it was Shepard.
If one person in this entire galaxy would not receive, or accept, peace, it was Commander Shepard, who has no first name.
A/N: And here we reach the almost-end of our journey. I decided on the reject-chapter. I know. I'm really sorry. I couldn't help it. I would feel that it was unfinished, and I hate that feeling.