AH, THERE YOU ARE! /Wesker
Here is Shepard telling his mom to STFU.
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"Tali," Hannah said. "May I speak alone with my son for a moment?"
"Yes, ma'am." The quarian rose from her chair and walked outside of the room. Mother and son sat together with the room's large view to the Citadel outside, to flickering traffic lights and speeding hovercars, artificial sunlight glinting from their metal hoods.
"She's very nice," Hannah said after a few countable moments. She took a sip of her tea, cup handled with both hands, eyes closed. "Didn't expect you would go for someone who isn't human, though."
"Don't do this," Shepard said.
"Do what?"
"You hate her."
"I do not." Hannah kept her eyes closed.
"Yes you do. I know you. You're mad because she's not human and won't be able to give you grandchildren."
Hannah set down the teacup on the glass desk reaching up just below her knees. "It's unfortunate."
"There you go," Shepard said, jabbing a finger at Hannah. "Now you're going to guilt trip me because I didn't do what you want."
"I'm not putting you on a guilt trip."
"Then what about my major?" Shepard spread his hands. "What about signing up for service? What about my other dates? What about Iltha?"
"You told me yourself that Iltha was a poor choice," Hannah said. Her skin always seemed faultless and smooth. Only when she was becoming angry like she was now could someone notice the creases, the weary lines. "You said she was in the wrong crowd and making bad choices."
"Even if she was clean, you would have hated her anyway because she was a turian. And now you're doing the same thing again. Just because Tali is a quarian." Shepard rose from his seat, and the sunlight dragged his shadow towards the wall. "What are you going to say? That she's a thief? A gypsy?"
"I want you to make the right choice, Joseph. That's the only thing I've wanted from you."
Shepard turned away from Hannah. "I've been making the right choices all my life. They just weren't the choices you liked."
He left with a thunder of bootfalls. Hannah brought the cup of tea to her mouth as her son left. The cup lingered before she turned it over, draining the tea onto a spot next to her chair that she had cleaned before.
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