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Rain splattered against the pane of glass, capturing her attention.
This was a novelty.
Illium spread out before her, painted in grays and blacks, the neon lights somber beneath the dense sheets of rain.
And yet, the event horizon beckoned. Gravity was pulling her toward the unknown - into her drastically changed reality.
But she was an immovable object. A reluctant constant in this galaxy. She would move on her terms.
The faded world beyond would not touch her here.
She could imagine that her old ship, her old friends, her old instincts were out there.
That she was really Shepard.