#pardon me while i scream into a pillow about sam looking backwards maybe for the first time in his whole damn life

[swaps55]

*turns sam upside-down* *shakes until something falls out* what. *shake* are *shake* you *shake* Thinking!? *shake*

Shepard rests his head in his unbandaged hand, elbow heavy on the desk, gazing down at the ruins of the model ship case. A piece of the SR-1 sits by his left boot, glass scattered across her fractured bow like flakes of snow. Another Alliance ship, a frigate missing its starboard wing, managed to stay on the desk, right under Shepard’s nose. Garrus can make out the letters ‘Myeo’ on the hull. Garrus’ mandibles flutter. “Shepard.” Shepard doesn’t look up, doesn’t move, gaze locked on that flightless frigate like it’s the only thing in the room. When he speaks there’s a hitch in his voice. “Do you ever just…think about a time and place you can’t get back?”