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[She can feel her heart clench in her chest, a name she was certain she would never hear from anyone again, let alone him, here. Together. It's been a year in Wonderland alone, added to the time after she left him on the Citadel-- because she left him there, if there was any truth in her mind, as Kolyat finally had to step out and the nurses forced her hand-- and she had all but given up hope of ever seeing him again.

Shepard can't say she's ever been religious, or believed in a god. But right now, she's willing to thank whoever's listening as his words take form, as quiet steps get louder on his approach.]

What a question to ask me, of all people. [She laughs, but it's low, and humorless. Just filling space. Diffuse the tension.] You know my life's always-- kind of a disaster.

[She can't stop herself, now, the draw towards him, her steps starting, increasing in pace, until she can take his hand, and it's all she has not to just throw herself into his arms. Instead, she tries to be gentle, reaching out for his fingers, gripping them still like a lifeline to someone she thought forever lost.]

[OOC: Also I felt like it might be worth mentioning that this is my BGM.]

[Hearing her voice again - it pours water on the reality of the thought that he's died and clears it away like sand off a smooth stone.

In the moment, he simply is, with her again. He locks his eyes on hers, takes her hands, equals the pressure, holds the grip secure and is secured.

His mind isn't quiet. Some of its processes have him retracing his steps through his fight with and Shepard's pursuit of Kai Leng, through to the point where the sight of her and Kolyat (Kolyat. What's become of Kolyat?) standing beside his hospital bed has faded into a state of blindness.

But the fullest part of him is standing in the moment. Held there. By her. With her.

Feeling alive again.

One voice toward the back of his brain thanks Kalahira for it, whatever exactly it is, however long it lasts.

He is blessed for it.

Thane smiles faintly, a little ruefully.]

Complication pursues you, siha.

[Subtle warmth in his tone.]

But you are unhurt, then?

[The inflection is almost statement-like, but the question is implicit.

His expression starts to neutralize, voice starts to thin slightly. He blinks a couple of times rapidly, before...]

What happened? After I --

[ -- and he... cuts off there. His eyes momentarily flick down in the... distracting gap in knowing what to call it, now. What to say really did happen. What's happening now.]

[She's been thinking about this a long time. When she showed up, and was told Wonderland could draw anyone in. When Legion arrived and she had to step away from everyone for a few days just at the thought she could see him again. And she did, once, just once more, when Wonderland drew everyone in. But he didn't know then. They hadn't even gone through the relay. She couldn't tell him.

This is different. He knows. She can see it on his face, the momentary lapse in terminology. He knows.]

I'm fine, it's... hard to explain what's going on right now. This place isn't really on Earth, it's, kinda... a pocket dimension? Out of regular time and space. So back home, it'd been a month or two, but, past that, I've been here almost a year.

[Which is... a lot of time to process what happened, but it's Shepard, so, that got shoved under the rug right quick.]

We had... you saved the Salarian diplomat, and they pledged their forces to help with the Crucible. After that it was kind of a whirlwind. We ended up retaking the quarian homeworld, finding Miranda's father, figuring out Cerberus was even deeper in their own horseshit. Fist-fought my own clone.

[A pause. God, a lot happened.]

It's... yeah. There's a lot to tell.

[She grips his hands a bit more, feeling the texture of his skin to ground her.]

I missed you.

[He holds put, receptive and attentive with all senses focused, for her answer.

And... he takes it, as she gives it. Trusts in it, thinks about it as much as he can, but can't... really reconcile it, be sure he can sync right now with all it means, mentally.

Either way. A pocket dimension, is it...? And -- she's seen a month after he... well, without him.

On the bit about the ambassador... he shuts his eyes. He had made one last move that had counted for something, then, at least; grateful to hear that, so, so grateful for it...

And onward into her rundown... Ha -- some mirth, though it doesn't show on his face; it's superseded by simple intrigue. Fist-fighting her own clone, as a last note there - what stories there must stand to be told there, indeed.

Her tightening grip pulls him in a little closer to her.]

And I confess, I had been --

Afraid for you. [It's a rougher admission than he wishes it was - eyes fall again, somewhat apologetically; shakes his head slightly. The feeling's natural - really inevitable, even, at least to a certain extent, but he'd told himself so many times he'd face death peacefully, even knowing what he was leaving behind.

Seems you don't really know how you will feel until the moment comes.]

I would have liked to have been there for those two months.

And yet I... [A smile. Head slightly bowed, traces of a solemn smile on his lips... Un-bows.] I am aware that I... continue to find myself with second chances.

I am grateful for them.

And I am grateful that I could have even one more moment with you.

[However long this last, some part of him things again. And yet, however anyone could come here after death, he finds himself more and more willing to... well, let his spirit lift. There are still questions to answer. There are still doubts to have.

And still... in light of the way he feels right now, before her? The least he can take away from this is at least one more blissful memory.]

I love you, siha.

[And if she isn't resistant to the move - if he senses even a trace of resistance on his loosening his grip on her hand - he'll move his up along her upper arm, bring it to rest just after the joint in her shoulder, gently.

And if that is acceptable by her, he'll pull her in to further close the distance between them. He won't move to kiss her yet, as much as he wants to - the time that she's apparently spent without him could make that strange for her, he imagines, or this closeness under the circumstances could be enough...]

[He was always better with words than she was, the sentences falling off his lips like poetry, lovingly putting together all her terms in a way that lets her know he understands. That he's here for her, really here, and she leans into his touch as he gives it, thinking of the time they've spent apart, thinking of all the moments spent looking at old photographs and knowing she'd never see him again.

Well, knowing and doing are two very, very separate things.]

I'm grateful for you. always.

[She can tell he's a little apprehensive, testing her boundaries, never taking without proper procedure, but she can't help herself as soon as he's closer, and she runs her hand up the side of his face, feeling the familiar ridges and movements to cup his chin.]

I love you too, Thane.

[And she pulls him in this time, just like others known back in her ship, back in the stars, and still they meet again for a precious few moments in a space they both have wanted to find again as soon as they were separated from it.]

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