“True.” He nodded slowly, smiled slightly at her. “Your escapades are often the best source of good news on the station — though I suspect most do not listen as intently as I am. You are doing impressive work, Shepard. You have brought hope to many people.”
He steepled his fingers, looked out over the Presidium. The artificial “weather” was beginning to slough away, returning to the more usual air of peace and sunshine with which the Citadel usually infused itself. “Kolyat has been doing work for Captain Bailey among the drell and hanar refugee enclaves. He tells me the names of Shepard and Normandy are on many lips.”
She returned his smile with one of her own, though hers was tinged with a touch of sadness. She missed having her friend on the Normandy and knowing that he listened to what she was doing made him seem closer than he had been in a while. “I’m doing what anyone would be doing.” Juliette told him, waving off his suggestion with a slight gesture of her hand.
“The only reason my name and actions have drawn so much attention is because I was one of the first to speak out about everything. If it had been someone else…” She trailed off, and began playing with the hem of her sweater. Her smile vanished and her face fell. Where would I be if it hadn’t been me?
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