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The core was almost at lethal capacity, and with no way up, back, or out, she tapped on her OmniTool.
The blurry vid feed finally loaded, showing only her tired husband. “Where’s Odette?”
He grinned. “I left her in the basement playing with some of your Spectre grenades.”
Eris laughed against a sharp sting of tears. The view panned to the chubby, sleeping, barely a year old baby with a thick shock of dark hair sleeping in the crook of Kaidan’s elbow.
He knew something was off, and reminded her that she was his kind of stupid.
“I tried, I - ”