[For Kaidan, it's not the same as looking onto the face of a person lost. She doesn't look like his Shepard, who had been fair-haired and strangely delicate when she wasn't on the battlefield. But the voice...the voice sounds a hell of a lot like her...to the point that hearing something so familiar come from a different pair of lips makes him almost light-headed with disorientation.
His mouth opens for a moment, uncertain and confused.]
How do you know me?
[Part of him doesn't really want to know the answer to that]
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His mouth opens for a moment, uncertain and confused.]
How do you know me?
[Part of him doesn't really want to know the answer to that]