In the aftermath of the battle for the Ardat-Yakshi monastery, Commander Shepard, Samara, and her daughter Falere were doing their due diligence in making sure the monastery had been completely rid of Reaper minions. Samara had just finished checking her assigned area, and came to find her daughter and the Commander outside the front entrance embroiled in a conversation. Shepard: Samara, did you find anything?
Samara: No, the area is clear. I trust it was the same for both of you?
Shepard: It was. I've just been getting acquainted with your daughter. She's roped me in the middle of a debate, actually. I wasn't expecting that.
Samara: Oh? Falere had never been much for debates.
Falere: A lot has changed mother, it has been over 4 centuries.
Samara: What is the matter?
Shepard: Well, considering your daughters condition, I asked her about love and romance, I couldn't help but ask, you know how I am.
Samara: That I do.
Falere: The Commander is being too cautious with his stance, we're discussing whether love can exist unreconciled.
Shepard: I think it can. Sometimes...the other person can't commit...for certain reasons. You should know this given your condition.
Falere: And I'm insulted by that precarious line of thinking.
Samara: Falere...
Shepard: It's ok. You know I don't mean it that way. It's just that sometimes one can be satisfied by giving what they can, and not feeling like it needs to be returned.
Falere: Love is mutual. Without having it returned the feeling is merely lust or infatuation. It takes two to have
love. I don't pretend to think otherwise just because my condition has rendered me unable to express it one way. I can express it in other ways, but again, only if another person ever feels the same way about me.
Shepard: And that's where we're stuck. Do you want to weigh in here?
Samara: I...haven't thought about these matters in....centuries. I'm afraid I can't offer any new insights into what I'm sure is a widespread debate among all species.
Falere: Mother, you always had so much to say regarding these matters. I can say I've formed many of my beliefs with your guidance...with your words.
Shepard: ...Your mother and I have actually had a similar conversation...
Samara: Shepard.
Shepard: I can't believe I just said that.
Falere: What? Really? Did you get stuck like us?
Shepard: Uh...I guess you can say that.
Samara: Falere, the Justicar Code does not detail romance of any kind. You know that.
Falere: I didn't know that, mother. Oh my, I had no idea that...wait, what exactly happened?
Shepard: It's complicated. We can leave it at that.
Samara: I thought I was very clear about where we stood.
Shepard: I know, and I accepted that.
Falere: Mother, you...do you two have a history?
Shepard: No no, I respect your mother's wishes...and this is getting uncomfortable for all of us..I'm sorry I brought it up.
Samara: I think whatever unresolved feelings you have should be dealt with.
Falere: Mother, are you denying what I know to be true? What you used to tell me?
Samara: Falere...I am bound by the Code now.
Falere: And you forsake all wordly possessions, I know that much. But your beliefs, they make you who you are. You are still my mother aren't you?
Samara: Why do you think I came here?
Falere: Then at least be true to yourself, any two bit mercenary could have-
Shepard: Hey, easy there, Falere.
Samara: *steps away from the conversation*
Falere: I'm sorry...Commander...I'm going to tell you what my mother used to tell me...before all of this happened *fights tears*
Shepard: Okay. Call me Shepard, by the way *touches Falere's arm*
Falere: I once asked my mother to tell me what love is. She said "We have created the word love to encapsulate the pain of wanting to be with someone. Real love is living among a great many people but only truly caring about one. You can explode out into space like a warrior on a mission, but still deeply yearn to want to curl back into the arms of your lover. A proverb once said that love makes time pass, and time makes love pass. Because there is love, and then everything else is its enemy. It is the only real thing that eludes all impossibilities, just like your dreams. The worst, most intense kind of love is not being comfortable with yourself when your lover is not around. Even then love is so strong that it is almost another person on its own. And that other person can tell you that solitude is okay, if that is what must be. For you will find that even then it can bring you more than happiness, in another time-"
Samara: "Another life".
The End.
Modifié par 7Mak, 09 mai 2012 - 08:08 .