"Like I said," Shepard agrees; her lack of anger management therapy is literally written all over her face. She had said as much.
Inhale through your nose. Hold it. Let it all go, slow as you can. Oldest trick in the book; conserves oxygen, for a bonus. Shepard is about as calm now, as she ever is.
"Look, I don't know what you think you know," Shepard says, leaning back with crossed arms, the straps of her own rucksack wrapped around the knuckles of one fist, "But here in 2186 where my part of the world lives, the Reapers are more than just big and scary aliens. And they're not going to just stop when half of us are dead; they're coming for everyone. Every member of every sentient species that's made it into space. And since Earth has had extrasolar colonies for the last thirty years, the human race finds itself just over the line of screwed. But if we go the way of the Protheans, it won't be because I didn't do anything. You wanna lay down and die, keep it to yourself."
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Inhale through your nose. Hold it. Let it all go, slow as you can. Oldest trick in the book; conserves oxygen, for a bonus. Shepard is about as calm now, as she ever is.
"Look, I don't know what you think you know," Shepard says, leaning back with crossed arms, the straps of her own rucksack wrapped around the knuckles of one fist, "But here in 2186 where my part of the world lives, the Reapers are more than just big and scary aliens. And they're not going to just stop when half of us are dead; they're coming for everyone. Every member of every sentient species that's made it into space. And since Earth has had extrasolar colonies for the last thirty years, the human race finds itself just over the line of screwed. But if we go the way of the Protheans, it won't be because I didn't do anything. You wanna lay down and die, keep it to yourself."