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You wanna talk about this? Because we can talk. All night. I mean, sure, great, fine, and what the fuck ever, but I got serious shit to do. You know what this shit means to me, right?

Right.

I thought so.

Now shut the shit up and let's kick some ass. And you know what? Fuck the Illusive Man. He's pissing me off.

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If past indications are anything to go by, I'd say you've a better than average chance of forcing the issue.

These days I have a better than average chance of alotta shit. Some of that includes death, near death, real death, and having my eyeballs exploded. [She makes a face and waves it off.]

Punching this jackass isn't going to help matters, though. Even if I'm itching for it.

Ah yes... The eyes. My... Conduit informs me the hue's an effective choice.

I had to remind them it was mine to make, not yours.

Took some getting used to, but it beats not having eyes at all. Not enough time to get real eyes in my head? [Considering the fact that she'd been dead? It's all fine, really, and her tone reflects that.]

Genetically, no. Orders were to rebuild what we could and augment what we couldn't.

I admit, there are times I'm half-surprised the geth don't stop to see if you're one of their own...

...comforting, Miranda. Real comforting.

I'd be amiss if I wasn't keeping you on your toes.

True enough. I'm not even sure I want to guess how much of me was even left. [And that does actually unsettle her just a little, well, enough that it shows for a second.]

Well, most of your brain was relatively intact and we managed to revitalise cell growth in your heart... Between that and your courage, I don't think you'll be needing to pay a visit to the wizard of Oz, any time soon.

[Dryly.] Always good to know I'm not the Scarecrow. [She does, however kinda feel like the Tin Man. Literally.]

It's at times like these I find great amusement in our writers' narratives, Shepard...

Although, I can't escape feeling a little like one of Harbinger's puppets, at times.

Mine does what I tell her to do, so, I know I'm in charge. [Which is the oddest comparison to Cerberus shit ever, now that she thinks on it. Lazarus Project, cybernetic doodads, command of a ship...]

I wouldn't count on that for too long, if I were you, Shepard. I've heard a Miss Connor might tell you otherwise... I'll have Kelly pass you a dossier.

Great. A bit of light reading. I'll see if I can get to that before the Universe comes to a damned end. [And in between killing all of her fish...again. Clearly, she's going to have to remember to get a damned auto-feeder for those fucking things. Pretty to look at, not so easy to care for on a really busy ship and shooting crap.]

No pressure, Commander... We're only relying on you to do the impossible.

Can't do the impossible without my crew. So, [she shrugs] it's not all on me.

You're still with... A Cerberus crew, correct?

I'm with a crew I mostly trust, not all Cerberus. The ship might be Cerberus, you and Jacob might be Cerberus, but I'm not doing this for the Illusive Man. I'm doing this for the damned Universe.

[She waves dismissively.]

Alliance, Cerberus--they're just names of people who want control. It doesn't matter who the ship belongs to because it's the mission that's important.

Mmm, as I thought... You've a long way to go. I can't lie to you about our chances, but for what it's worth?

It was the right choice, Shepard. Bringing you back was the right choice.

I wanted you to know that, no matter how I seem, right now.

What the hell does a 'long way to go' mean, Miranda? I'm not your pet Shepard and I'm not the Illusive Man's toy, either. You may have brought me back, but I refuse to be owned.

And the Illusive Man would do well to remember that.

Bringing me back. [So much frowning.] I died out there for my crew. My crew, the crew I chose. They went down because the Collectors savaged my ship and took the lives of men and women, alien and human--people I care about. People under my command.

You brought me back. [She snorts.] Sure. You brought me back when good men and women were left to the black.

[You have a contradictory Miranda, Shepard... One who just smiles at you in an oddly nostalgic manner. You and your anger. Albeit, briefly.]

I remember a time I would've filed that little flare up as a case example of your attitude. Right alongside possible causes and potential remedies. That's just the way it was... Is, I suppose.

And you're right. You fight for what you see. What you know. Not some concept the rest of us adhere to out of... Well, that's no longer important.

You'll fight, Shepard. You'll fight for the lost and fight for your crew. You'll burn brighter than even I thought possible. We all will, because that's all there'll be.

And you're the one who'll make us see it.

However, at the risk of blowing too much sunshine up your arse... There'll be a time even I can acknowledge I've been wrong about... Things. Some of them, anyway.

It's been an honour, Commander. Some day soon, I'll realise that.

I can only hope that realization won't come at the tail end of a shitstorm and after we've lost a whole fuckload of good people. Then again, with the way things are going...

[Another shrug.]

Guess we'll see where this damned road leads us. I'd like us all to come through it, but wants are rarely granted.

That's one way of putting it...

Another would be a lot more diplomatic, but then, that's what Kelly's for.

If I may, Commander, was this account intended for a specific destination or... Just to give you a voice here?

Hrm. [She scrubs at her hair, frowning.] Diplomacy if for people who're squeamish bastards. Definitely not my strong suit.

[She makes a face, moving to the next subject with all the grace of a bulldog over a bone.]

Hell if I know. I guess I just needed an out, so, no place in particular. It's not like I can strap on my boots as one of those Wardens where Connor is.

There would have to be mountains moved for that shit to go down.

I guess I'm where I've always been, ready for action in some godforsaken universal hole in the wall.

I only ask, since my own seems to be strongly desiring a... Reality "set in" our own.

I've worrying feeling they might attempt to create one. Especially if it's got anything to do with divergent timelines.

Quite honestly, I hope I'm wrong. Anything or anyone with an interest in recreating the Reaper genocide for mere amusement is... I'm not too sure I wish to associate with that.

People are gonna be people, Miranda. If they do create our Universe somehow, at least we'd be somewhere familiar, if fucked up. It's an idea with good and bad in it--lots of possibility.

I guess it depends on the logistics and how the universe they'd recreate would work. Guess it's kinda like playing God, though.

I'm sure if Mordin were here, he'd think whoever might be considering it a bit of a cloaca.

Take care, Shepard.

I'm sure he would.

[Grudgingly after a soft snort.]

And you, too.

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Grr, I want an edit button. :|

Must buy one for that!

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