i talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t choose rude dialogue options in games because i’m scared of hurting a characters feelings
If Linkin Park plays in the forest and no one is around to hear it, in the end, does it even matter?
Monica’s fic made me think about a “hopeful” Kaidan after the destruction of the SR1.
So, without further ado, it’s time for sad Shenko headcanons.
Kaidan watched the escape pod shoot away from the wreckage of the Normandy, but despite his best efforts to reach through to its, Joker’s, and Shepard’s comms, he received nothing but silence.
They’re fine, he told himself. Probably just rattled.
He pictured Shepard sitting in the pod, her head in her hands, her breath shallow and shaky. He pictured Joker sitting across from her, looking in her direction but not seeing her, his face etched with disbelief and grief. Neither of them speaking, neither of them having the words.
“Joker?” he tried the comms again. “Shepard? You there?”
He pictured them in the pod again, hearing his pings but unable to move—stunned.
Shepard’s fine, he thought, They’ll answer soon or we’ll be picked up.
“Shepard’s fine,” he murmured to himself, as if saying the words would make it true. He leaned back in his seat, willed his heart to stop hammering, and closed his eyes. She’s fine.
He’d almost convinced himself by the time their pods were picked up.