((I just accidentally stayed up all night rping, so I’m going to go to sleep now. Leave me stuff for tomorrow! <3))
Genetically Perfect
Ex-Cerberus officer and genetically flawless.((I just accidentally stayed up all night rping, so I’m going to go to sleep now. Leave me stuff for tomorrow! <3))
I know there are bigger things at stake, Shepard. I’ve always known that. But that’s not my battle, and I’m not going to make it my battle.
I’m willing to die for Ori if I have to, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I will die.
No grief lasts, Shepard. She’ll get over it if she has to.
That’s not true and you damn well know it, Shepard.
Ori’s happiness is important, but not as important as her safety. She’d get over my death, and then she would live a normal, happy life.
You have no right to tell me that it’s for myself. I know if you had to, you would die to stop the Reapers, and people will be sad if it comes to that. But that’s not going to stop you. And it’s not going to stop me.
When I stop my father, there’ll nothing more I need to do. I’ll contend with the Illusive Man’s army if I have to, but even if it means my death I know my sister will be safe. At least I’d be able to say I’d died feeling like my life was worth it.
But I’m not planning on dying. I’m not flawless, but I’m damn well near it.
It — it does not! My father is still hunting her, and my stopping him isn’t going to make her a bigger target. If it does I’ll just stop them too.
I know. And I’m willing to risk that for her.
geneticallyperfect started following you
Another Cerberus operative?
Not anymore. I left them a few months ago.
I don’t know if I can trust you.
Don’t worry, I wouldn’t either.
Another Cerberus operative?
Not anymore. I left them a few months ago.
“Oh, hello,” Sybil said. “I’m Sybil. Sybil O’Riente.” She offered a hand. “And you are?”
“I’m Miranda Lawson.” Miranda said, taking the hand and shaking it. “I assume you’re on your pilgrimage? I can’t think of any other reason for a…
Sybil shrugged. “It isn’t as exciting as most people think. I’m just walking around, trying to find information.”
Miranda smiled. “That’s pretty much all I’m doing at the moment, too. Which is hard to adjust to, because I used to have a very busy schedule.”
Sybil nodded slowly. “Yeah,” She said. “I know how you feel. Back at the Fleet it was kind of… hectic.”
“I went there once with a Quarian friend. It was … crowded, from what I remember. I suppose it would be hard getting accustomed to the openness of the Citadel.” Miranda looked around herself. “Sometimes even I’m overwhelmed with the size of it.”
“I love the openness. Growing up in the Fleet was… Awful. I hate tight spaces.” She smiled slightly. “That’s why I’m here, and not some other place for my pilgrimage.”
Miranda nodded. “A lot of quarians go to the Citadel. The citizens don’t really like it much, I’ve noticed. I don’t suppose you’ve run into too much trouble?”
“None at all. The Citadel is pretty peaceful. I have found a lot of information, though. Which is good.” She paused. “Have you ran into any trouble?”
Miranda smiled. “Not beside the usual. No one who might want to cause trouble to me knows where I am.” She stopped for a moment, thinking. “If you ever need any help with your pilgrimage, let me know.”
“Oh, hello,” Sybil said. “I’m Sybil. Sybil O’Riente.” She offered a hand. “And you are?”
“I’m Miranda Lawson.” Miranda said, taking the hand and shaking it. “I assume you’re on your pilgrimage? I can’t think of any other reason for a…
Sybil shrugged. “It isn’t as exciting as most people think. I’m just walking around, trying to find information.”
Miranda smiled. “That’s pretty much all I’m doing at the moment, too. Which is hard to adjust to, because I used to have a very busy schedule.”
Sybil nodded slowly. “Yeah,” She said. “I know how you feel. Back at the Fleet it was kind of… hectic.”
“I went there once with a Quarian friend. It was … crowded, from what I remember. I suppose it would be hard getting accustomed to the openness of the Citadel.” Miranda looked around herself. “Sometimes even I’m overwhelmed with the size of it.”
“I love the openness. Growing up in the Fleet was… Awful. I hate tight spaces.” She smiled slightly. “That’s why I’m here, and not some other place for my pilgrimage.”
Miranda nodded. “A lot of quarians go to the Citadel. The citizens don’t really like it much, I’ve noticed. I don’t suppose you’ve run into too much trouble?”
