Thane: "His eyes water. He tugs at my sleeve. He asks, 'Why didn't you stop them from letting Mommy go?' ... I'm sorry. The memories come strong sometimes."
Shepard: "His eyes unfocus. He babbles something about his son, completely disrupting the conversation. He cryptically half-apologizes and expects me to figure out what's going on."
Thane: "We drell have a perfect memory. We can relive... The laser dances. Sunset eyes meet mine. The laser dances away. 'How dare you?' her eyes ask through the scope...."
Shepard: "Bored with the conversation, he changes the subject. He uses poor metaphors like 'sunset eyes.' He tries to impress me with pseudo-poetry. He fails miserably and protests."
Thane: "Stop mocking me, Shep--- My finger tightens on the trigger. The rifle recoils, an old friend coming home. The target drops like a rag doll--- I can't help it and you're being a dick."
Shepard: "His stupid flashbacks thinly veil empty threats. He sits alone in life support and wonders why no one likes him. He struggles to breathe sometimes, but no one cares." *walks out*
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