[Shepard is laying on her back in her bed, with a sleeping Monodramon snuggled into the healthy side of her chest. She's gently petting his horn, looking at him with quiet fondness. She knows who's in the bed next to her, but she's so far been ignoring him.]
[Until now, that is. She sighs softly, which hurts more than it has any right to.]
Sure seems like it. Which of the assholes took you down?
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[Until now, that is. She sighs softly, which hurts more than it has any right to.]
Sure seems like it. Which of the assholes took you down?
[She doesn't yet know he EXPLODED HIMSELF.]