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he’s speaking and she’s listening . bullshit . the faintest of smiles on her lips as she can’t help but agree . everything about everything she’s been doing lately seem summed up by the simple word . if only her father were here , if it had been her brother instead of her . she has to resist the urge to let out a deep breath but entire body almost jumps at a single word . “ settlements ? what settlements“ it’s the most genuine of concerns , ready to attempt to fix if not curb the problem . at least one thing was true about her , she knew how to fight it out . “ where ? i’m already heading out into the madness , making a few stops won’t make a difference . “ she can already feel cora behind her shaking her head , because she’s not alec , but sara has never been alec and they will fight about this later . there’s a headache pounding in the back of her mind , SAM is talking but she’s trying to ignore it . “ we’re here , we might as well try and help where we can , right ? “ 

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“whoa! slow down, nexus.” her call to action is so unlike the leadership that literally drove them into this wilderness. if the salarian was still running things, god only knew how much ryder junior was even able to do. it’s little wonder she hasn’t been talked to death by the xenophobic fuck and rendered completely useless. “now me? i’m your friendly neighborhood outlaw. as long as you’re not trying to force me back under number eight’s thumb, we’ll get along just fine. but there are plenty out there who will shoot you first and take your armor for scraps.” his arms cross over his chest in a defensive gesture. her team didn’t see too keen on the idea; dissent in the ranks? or lacking faith in their naive commander. “maybe you tell me what you’re lookin’ for out there before consider ratting out our people to the pathfinder.”

S.MADE BY SAE.