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"Are you sure you're up for this? You haven't been back on your feet for long."
Shepard straightens his back and takes a few more steps toward the waiting shuttle. I stay close, ready to offer a hand should he need it, but not wanting to hover.
"I need to do this. The Normandy might be shipping out any day now."
His voice shows the same determination as his legs to carry out his personal mission. And I hear what he doesn't need to say - that a part of him wishes he could be aboard for the Normandy's next trip.
Nearly everyone from the crew had visited during his recovery. But one man couldn't be there.
On board, Shepard makes his way to the memorial wall, scanning it in silence. He reaches out to gently touch the central plaque with his fingertips.
"I didn't get a chance to tell you this on the Citadel. I hope you knew. It's been an honour."
Shepard pauses for a long moment before drawing himself to attention for a final salute to his mentor and friend. And some last quiet words.
"I'll see you in London, Anderson."
Mission complete.
"Let's go home, Kaidan."
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