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Since working with Cerberus and learning of her own resurrection, Shepard had decided that she would not actively go looking for Liara. If it had really been two years, she knew Liara would probably have moved on and that walking back into her life would be traumatizing, confusing, even selfish on her part. But the Illusive Man pointed her in Liara’s direction, and if she wanted to recruit her last teammates, Shepard had no choice but to visit Illium. Besides, if she was honest, she really missed Liara. “ . . . I’ll flay you alive -- with my mind,” snarled Liara’s smooth, monotone voice as Shepard came through t

Since working with Cerberus and learning of her own resurrection, Shepard had decided that she would not actively go looking for Liara. If it had really been two years, she knew Liara would probably have moved on and that walking back into her life would be traumatizing, confusing, even selfish on her part. But the Illusive Man pointed her in Liara’s direction, and if she wanted to recruit her last teammates, Shepard had no choice but to visit Illium. Besides, if she was honest, she really missed Liara. “ . . . I’ll flay you alive -- with my mind,” snarled Liara’s smooth, monotone voice as Shepard came through t

'Anyways, if the cast is decided, will you help me practise my lines?' Shizuma asked the redhead standing under the arch of the bower. 'Of course!' the fourth-year exclaimed, maybe a little too soon, and her eyes quickly shifted from Shizuma's figure to a point somewhere in the distance. Shizuma smiled warmly at her and walked towards the little bower. She leaned on the wooden fence and gazed at the stars. 'It's a beautiful night, isn't it?' 'Hhm,' Nagisa replied, cheeks pink, looking upwards at the sky and all it's stars, each and every one of them shining brilliantly. For a moment there was total silence, not even a whisper of the soft s

Or Are We Dancer No one had really known what to say. It was an awkward moment when the team discovered their red-headed bro alone in the training room, dancing to a Spanish salsa. Wally has always danced, and he thought he was pretty good. His mom had tried, when he was much younger, to put him in dance classes, but to no avail. At that age (or any age, I guess), no little boy liked feeling like a girl, and as the only boy in any dance class, that's exactly how he always felt. After the accident, when his uncle took him on as a protégé, Wally revisited dancing. Barry said it was training; that being able to dance would help him