[She's not impressed, and certainly not by this display. Kurloz had, to her knowledge, been operating on a diurnal schedule for a long time-- maybe it wasn't his preference, but it wasn't as if he had suffered all that much by it, all things considered. There was so much more to complain.
She took him in, a long, hard look. He really had grown.
He had healed.
Two years, he had shot up and past, had assumed his own identity, his own name, his own people. He'd regrown his horns and broken bones, paved over and sealed so many of the potholes left in his mind that he could stand up straight and speak without a warble and-- and... And. And Shepard would be lying if she said she didn't find it attractive. More than before, to be sure; you took what you could get, in a cage. This might still be a cage, but it was a lot closer to freedom than anything that had come before. Just having the option not to, made the desire run stronger in the contrary direction.]
Here. [Despite the tender sentiment, and the unspoken threat in the hand he's hidden behind the door, Shepard's tone is hard, annoyed, unimpressed. She pushes the helmet into his chest, though not as hard as she could have.] I'm coming back for that. But if it's not in exactly the shape it's in, when I do... you're sure as hell not getting anything more from me.
[Hardware can be replaced, though not without difficulty. Can he replace her so easily? Can she? Nothing but time to tell, and Shepard was newer to this, this long-term promise, than even he was. But she's trying.]
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Date: 2017-06-08 03:11 am (UTC)She took him in, a long, hard look. He really had grown.
He had healed.
Two years, he had shot up and past, had assumed his own identity, his own name, his own people. He'd regrown his horns and broken bones, paved over and sealed so many of the potholes left in his mind that he could stand up straight and speak without a warble and-- and... And. And Shepard would be lying if she said she didn't find it attractive. More than before, to be sure; you took what you could get, in a cage. This might still be a cage, but it was a lot closer to freedom than anything that had come before. Just having the option not to, made the desire run stronger in the contrary direction.]
Here. [Despite the tender sentiment, and the unspoken threat in the hand he's hidden behind the door, Shepard's tone is hard, annoyed, unimpressed. She pushes the helmet into his chest, though not as hard as she could have.] I'm coming back for that. But if it's not in exactly the shape it's in, when I do... you're sure as hell not getting anything more from me.
[Hardware can be replaced, though not without difficulty. Can he replace her so easily? Can she? Nothing but time to tell, and Shepard was newer to this, this long-term promise, than even he was. But she's trying.]