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Femsheply oneshotShepard was sitting in the apartment that was given to her during reaper war. She was sitting on the couch staring out the window. ‘Shit. I haven’t thought about Anderson. Damn it I should’ve been able to save him. Of all the people that had to die. .’ Shepard brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them ‘I’m the great commander Shepard. He helped me so much, why couldn't I have been able to pay that debt back. At least let him know what he did for me.’ Shepard being wrapped up in her thoughts didn't hear the door open, or hear the person come in. The person walks around looking for Shepard, spotting her over on the couch said person walks over to the couch by Shepard. “Skipper?” Ash asks to get her attention. Noticing that Shepard didn't hear her Ash puts her hand on Shepard’s shoulder and shakes her a little bit. Shepard realizing that some was touching her, tensing up looks up. “Ash? What are yo
Letter to AshTo: Ashley Williams
From: Commander J. Shepard
I understand that you were upset on Horizon, but to accuse me of not caring about the alliance and everything else was uncalled for. You’re hurting I get that but I have to stop the reapers, Cerberus is the only one doing anything about the Reapers. Damn it Ash, the Alliance isn’t doing shit, and they are still pretending that the reapers don’t exist. That might as well be as slap in the face to me. What was the point of all the work, the sacrifice that I and our crew gave for them to just dismiss the claim? Just so you damn well know I don’t trust Cerberus at all but right now they are the only ones doing anything. I will expect them to stab me in the back at some point and I’m ready for it. But one thing you have to understand is that I was dead for two years. The last thing I remember was being spaced, and the last thought I had, I was hoping that you and the rest of the crew made it out okay. So wa
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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