[ He loves you right now, Nuala. The insight he appreciates, as well as the words of confidence in him. ]
It would have been difficult to stop her--she wasn't one of us.
No unfairness. No hopelessness or fear. Just understanding, at last. This feels like a turning point, one we've been moving toward for a long time, but it isn't creeping in like a thief in the night. We've lost all of Shepard's crew; now these disappearances as well. This is the first wave of what could be a very long, painful fight.
Even battle hardened Wellington, mounted on the hill above Waterloo with an army behind him, must have felt a moment of apprehension before the storm of musketfire began.
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It would have been difficult to stop her--she wasn't one of us.
No unfairness. No hopelessness or fear. Just understanding, at last. This feels like a turning point, one we've been moving toward for a long time, but it isn't creeping in like a thief in the night. We've lost all of Shepard's crew; now these disappearances as well. This is the first wave of what could be a very long, painful fight.
Even battle hardened Wellington, mounted on the hill above Waterloo with an army behind him, must have felt a moment of apprehension before the storm of musketfire began.