Little Wings"So, tell me. If this all ends tomorrow what happens to us?"
"I dunno. Marriage, old age and a lot of little blue children?"
Our conversation from that time on the Normandy is one I could never forget. More so now as I watch the scene that unfolds before me. You sitting on the grass, surrounded by our daughters, as you tell yet another grand war story. Your arms move about dramatically as you act out specific details such as Garrus setting up for a skillfully aimed shot or Wrex as he charges a terrified opponent.
Our eldest, Alyxia, watches you with pride in her eyes. They mirror your own turquoise ones. In fact, she is very much a reflection of yourself, just as I intended her to be. She has your brashness and well developed sense of humor, even our friends have come to call her Little Shepard. The only part of myself she seemed to have inherited is what you refer to as my "doctor mood". That sense of seriousness that hovers around her like a dark cloud. Well, that and my skin tone.