“Do you remember, Shepard?”
“Remember what?”
“What it used to be like? What you used to be like?”
“What are you thinking about right now, Kaidan?”
“Lots of things.”
“That’s stating the obvious for you.”
“You used to be like that. Your humor. Always a little insulting.”
“Sorry.”
“You didn’t used to be like that. You never said you were sorry before.”
“No, I guess not. I don’t remember. It’s too different now. Are you fishing for something?”
“Dunno. I was just thinking… I remember a lot of things being annoying. The traffic on the Citadel was noisy. Too many people in the cities. Hell, even the Normandy was too damn loud when I had a migraine.”
“You haven’t have a migraine in months.”
“Haven’t needed by biotics. Haven’t needed a lot of things. There’s no more noise. Hardly anymore people. Took it all for granted. Took you for granted.”
“Kaidan. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m grateful, Shepard. Just… find a way. One day. I’m here.” He presses his hand to the terminal screen. Sometimes he can hear the low, smooth voice in his head. “Good night.” He turns the screen off. Power rationing. He sleeps when Shepard sleeps now. It’s the only thing he can do.