[It's a lot to swallow, and there's more to it the more she tries to read between the lines, Gideon's casual knowledge of her own fucked-up culture seiving through in disturbing little dribbles of information.
Ten thousand years; more than enough to fuck up all sense of normal morality beyond repair. Asari and Krogan lived a tenth of that, and at the end they were divorced enough from good sense that Shepard had more than once been certain that Asari Matriarchs came from a different universe than the rest of them. Creepy death vows, bone shields— it's not the idea of some kind of rapidly-deployed bone barrier that's necessarily unbelievable, it's that bones are considered defense enough to begin with that catches her— but Gideon is still talking.
It's the casual way she talks about her own suicide that does it for Shepard. Tough as she is, Gideon is still so damned young. It isn't right. Shepard holds up a hand to stop the joke, when it seems Gid's finished. Then, she has a long drink, considers her options, and drinks again— to the dregs, this time.]
You know, you and me, we have a weird amount in common. [Which is weird both because they have anything at all in common, and weird also that there are so many fucking points of similarity between the death planet muscle-girl and the dumb earthborn jarhead.] So, I assume it got sorted out at a later date, since I notice you're not actually dead at the moment.
[She points at Gid's drink. Do you want that? Because she wants it, very badly.]
So this Harrow chick. You must think she's pretty hot shit if you trusted her that much, in a crisis. [Shepard can't parse many of the specifics, but she thinks she gets the gist; desperate fight, one way out, but only if you could turn it all over to someone else, at the highest possible personal cost. She's been there.] What's she like?
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Ten thousand years; more than enough to fuck up all sense of normal morality beyond repair. Asari and Krogan lived a tenth of that, and at the end they were divorced enough from good sense that Shepard had more than once been certain that Asari Matriarchs came from a different universe than the rest of them. Creepy death vows, bone shields— it's not the idea of some kind of rapidly-deployed bone barrier that's necessarily unbelievable, it's that bones are considered defense enough to begin with that catches her— but Gideon is still talking.
It's the casual way she talks about her own suicide that does it for Shepard. Tough as she is, Gideon is still so damned young. It isn't right. Shepard holds up a hand to stop the joke, when it seems Gid's finished. Then, she has a long drink, considers her options, and drinks again— to the dregs, this time.]
You know, you and me, we have a weird amount in common. [Which is weird both because they have anything at all in common, and weird also that there are so many fucking points of similarity between the death planet muscle-girl and the dumb earthborn jarhead.] So, I assume it got sorted out at a later date, since I notice you're not actually dead at the moment.
[She points at Gid's drink. Do you want that? Because she wants it, very badly.]
So this Harrow chick. You must think she's pretty hot shit if you trusted her that much, in a crisis. [Shepard can't parse many of the specifics, but she thinks she gets the gist; desperate fight, one way out, but only if you could turn it all over to someone else, at the highest possible personal cost. She's been there.] What's she like?