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"No one brought me back because I was particularly decorative, Admiral. No one missed me, I got brought back 'cause I don't miss. And I didn't."
Hackett had, actually, missed some of that directness. "If we had thought it was feasible...when it became possible that Cerberus might succeed, efforts to sabotage or recover your corpse were suspended, in hopes..." Her dry chuckle stopped him.
"Yeah? Well, that and a buck fifty will get me a ride on the vibrate-y mattress at Foggy's Bottoms." A small flex of muscle in Shepard's jaw caught the flicker of light on a still healing scar. "I know my use, sir. Get me out of here so I can get back to it."