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"In my reality, you're a guy," the strange McKay says, his mouth falling into a familiar unhappy set. Flooded by memories, Shep winces and looks away. "Am I dead here?"
Shep wants to lie, but instead holds her voice level, saying, "You either Ascended or disintegrated, we don't know." She looks at him, lets him see her scars. "We tried to save you."
McKay says, like he has no control over being an ass, "You're still prettier than my Sheppard," and then belatedly looks appalled.
Shep laughs, first time in a long time; she's missed this. "You're just the same."