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Last MomentsThe blue light dimly filled the cabin. Weakly reaching out into the darkness, caressing
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the corners of shadow with what Shepard imagined was affection. The biotic show was beautiful,gentle and serene, like the man holding her in his arms.
She felt it then, more intense, louder. Not because his heart was beating any faster. The
continuous thump-thump, thump-thump was steady, calm. The drumming in his chest was calling to her now because it was hers. This man was hers.
Her chest tightened, constricting her, squeezing her until she started watering from the eyes. Clenching her jaw she refused to be reduced to tears. She was Luna Shepard, N7, Alliance Marine, the first human Specter. She did not cry. But he was Thane Krios, assassin, father, lover. He was her rock, her world, her soul. His heart, her heart, would only beat for so long.
“Siha,” he felt her body tensing, her chin quivering. A tear fled down her nose and threw itself onto his chest, confirming what he already knew