I was here when Cerberus attacked, and I don’t remember seeing you. I think I caught a glimpse of Commander Shepard fighting over by the elevator bay, though.
Well, yeah. Shepard was protecting the Council, but I had my own problems to deal with.
“Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. They are all okay, and all those things could exist in the same woman. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.”
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow…
This really hit me on a personal level….
My mother read this at my great-grandfather’s funeral
Continuing off of the “What if there were 2 Kaidans?” topic from earlier, I really liked the scenario brought up by jelenedrake about what if it was like the Doctor Who episode The Girl Who Waited, where there was a young and and old Kaidan… the young Kaidan being a pre-ME2 version, and the old Kaidan being the ME3 version who has been so utterly changed and shattered by all the loss, conflict, heartbreak and doubts that the younger one never went through.
To visualize his change better, I compared his two selves side by side. Even just by his outward appearance, you can see how years of this has taken its toll on him.