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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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[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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