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Startled, the former Soldier looked up towards the other male, his eyes narrowing lightly. He must have mistaken Liam’s comment, right? Then again, the Investigator was anything but predictable sometimes.

“You did what?”

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Liam hoped just to drop the bomb and then get past it, as he did most of the time, but apparently the soldier was of another opinion. Understandable, even though he pretended it was nothing. His body, too, disagreed, because if it was nothing, then there wouldn't be tension in his jaw and muscles. In fact, not even in a courtroom he felt so tense.

          ❝Dammit.❞

   Flicking on her four consoles in one swoop, Miranda collapsed down onto her leather desk chair, exhaling sharply. The mission on Freedom's Progress had been... exhausting. Physically? Not in the slightest, but mentally...

   Miranda was not used to relinquishing control. As the Illusive Man's most trusted officer, and one of the only people in the Galaxy to report to him face-to-face, she had often been given the job of leadership and responsibility. Cerberus had given her control of her own 'cell' of agents on several occasions, and the Illusive Man hand-picked her to run the Lazarus project - apparently the 'most important mission for mankind' - so she was well accustomed to facing impossible odds and demanding impossible results from her team.

   She was not accustomed to following somebody else's orders.

   Shepard, the man who faced a Reaper and won, was now her commanding officer. The Illusive Man had seen her leadership as insuperior to this... icon. This icon for humanity whom she had resurrected from the dead. Her job was to watch Shepard's every move and ensure his success: and that meant having to agree with his decision and his guidance. How dismal.

   A control chip would have been far a far more superior choice. It was one of the only things she had the Illusive Man had disagreed on: he had insisted on the real thing, the genuine hero, not some tampered-with pet of Cerberus. Miranda had warned him of the consequences. It needed to be convincing that it was Shepard in control, according to the Illusive Man, and not Cerberus. Miranda knew - and she was never wrong - that not implementing a control chip was a fatal mistake... and one that would cost the Illusive Man greatly in the future.

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      “Will you still love me after I       forced you to watch Twilight?       This is supposed to be your       punishment, not mine—"

Texts from last night ✉ send one for my muse’s reaction

The Extension XCloud (Beta) could save your settings for XKit to restore everything on other devices or if you make a new installation however, it's Beta - I'm going to re-install my whole system soon so I really hope it works ashdjf

I’ve been asked this before, to which my answer was predictable.  My stratagems and martial methods are unorthodox.  But I will not be redundant.  There is another aspect of me that has gained some distinction, separate from the core of my own morals.  I have grown more lenient, in many ways, vis-a-vis many military parents I am familiar with.  I’ll elucidate.

After Tarquin’s death, I’ve reflected on the circumstances that led to where he was in life.  What could have been done differently, what should have been done differently.  As a result of this rumination, my perspective has shifted.  Just enough.  I feel a sympathy for the disaffected turian youths where once I had none.  I’ve tried to understand them, to hear them out and help them before passing judgement and murmuring a word of censure or disapproval. 

In my native language I always enjoyed writing smut, because I find Italian more poetic and full of shades; you can write the filthiest things without being vulgar and have the same impact as though you were. It's like crafting the perfect symphony, manipulating people's sensations and driving them through the journey. Ok the last bit it's just me I have a fetish for my own language