Liara sat at her terminal searching furiously; the information and the data all pointing to the same spot which had been abandoned mere moments ago. He was out there and if he found her first, Liara cut the thought off then same way the information was cut. It should be easier, this should be easier, but the letters and numbers on screen warped until Liara remembered that she didn't know how to read. The sweat began to pour down the sides of her face and neck. She choked on the freezing, ash filled air. How was she supposed to track him when she couldn't read?
Her mind was tingling and racing as she sprung to her feet, looking behind her for the source of her sudden fear. The Nos Astra skyline stretched out forever, obscured by distance and the electrical storm and the Reapers. The rain fell in heavy drops, red lights refracting and catching in the heat of the beams. He was here. Somewhere.
Liara ran, down endless stairs with gaping holes and bodies with gaping wounds. The blaring not loud enough to drown the screaming and sound of gunfire. Her hand slapped on her hip desperate for a gun, desperate for a way to fight if need be. Because he was here.
Shepard warned her that the Normandy was leaving, with or without her. Glyph warned her that the amount of time left until she died was rushing up. Nyxeris warned her to turn from her path. Her mother warned her about obsessions.
But he was here, if she could just find him first, if she could just, if he could be found, she could, she would, she needed to because he was here.
Liara cowered behind cover as the concrete shattered around her, purple glass and purple blood flecked across her face as the beam hit.
She just had to reach him first.