@fatefault / starter call.
the council had always been blind— individuals who didn't want to view the threat looming across the horizon. their remarks hadn't surprised anakin. they had always avoided wanting to face the reality that was slapping them in the face— that would never change. what did, however, shock the biotic was commander shepard's placid demeanor about the situation. [and her attitude from previous encounters with them.] they had sat in silence since their return to the normandy and now, more than ever, he chooses to break the silence. “how are you so calm about this? the council is making a mockery of you!” like a child throwing a temper tantrum, he rises from the chair he had perched himself in and moves directly in front of ivy— his face lowering down to hers, eyes meeting hers. anger transparent, blood boiling, he shakes his head in disbelief.
“and you know who they'll call when the reapers show up? you. their saving grace that they keep on the back burner. c'mon ivy— you gotta' do something!”
