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The escape from Earth, and after the first dream sequence.
She wouldn't sleep. She didn't sleep.
The silence of Normandy's engine transformed into a soft lullaby in the captain's quarters. A soft song beckoned the commander to rest, if only for a little while. But Shepard never slept. At least, she didn't sleep anymore. The galaxy rested on her shoulders. Not the fate of mankind, but the fate of the universe. Sleep was for the weak, and she needed to be strong. Not for herself, but for every living creature that couldn't stand against the Reapers. For every soul that felt pain or heartache from the travesties. This was Shepard's call, and she had to see it through. Sleep meant another soul killed. Sleep meant another loss. There was already too much loss from the Reapers. Every breath meant another lost theirs. There was already too much loss from the Reapers. To sleep meant doom for the innocent.
She would see it through the sleepless nights and endless days until the universe was safe. It wasn't a mission. It was a duty. And if it meant sacrificing herself to save the whole, she was prepared. No more. Every time she said it, her voice grew more desperate. Not one more.
She closed her eyes for a moment. A child runs through the woods. She runs after. The world is hazy, disconnected.
No more.
She approaches the child. He looks up at her. Sad. Mournful. Her hand moves slower than she wants. Her fingers reach out.
Not one more.
He turns to ash in her fingers. The boy is gone.
She jolts in her chair. Her face is gaunt. Shepard is exhausted. But no more. No matter the cost, no matter her sacrifice. No more.
She couldn't sleep.
Commander Shepard. Military brat, war hero, and paragon.
Rought draft since this is a practice.
Thoughts...? I'd like to get better at writing. Maybe I could get decent enough to do a fanfic.
I was practicing parallelism for emotional reaction.