Krios, Kolyat
Shepard smiles weakly, body drooping a little, seemingly defeated by an unruly lock of hair.
The Commander pulls together in my presence, and I understand the urge to remain collected.
There is no need, not today. I shake my head weakly. Neither of us have the energy to speak. Neither of us have the words to phrase what we feel. Muted murmurs crash around us like the tides of the sea, and the great ocean is close.
I lock eyes with my... friend. We understand each other. My father has united us. Our shared mourning has forged a friendship.
Shepard's shoulders fall. The soldiers tension, the taut natural weaponry of a killer unravels. I have seen it in my father.
Eyes meet mine clearly and blaze with a mix of determination and heartache.
We do not need words. The time for formalities is over, left behind at the wake.
We three were cut from the same cloth, and I see that. I understand fully my father's admiration for this human.
Unneeded noise, default sympathies, the cloying sentiment of pressed remorse, understanding faces that do not understand.
We have an understanding.
We had an -
Oh, I'm sorry. That was a very... vivid memory - even for a Drell. They all are, you of all people would understand, I suppose.
It's been good to see you again.
A/N: You guys like Drell right?
Side effects may include hallucinations.
I wanted to exploit his super-memory for this one, and I hope it worked. These are getting less and less traditional.
Hope you've enjoyed, let me know what you think.
-Nevery.