And holy fuck I’ve just learned something I should’ve known for years. He never loved me. He was my first love, but i wasn’t his first, second, or tenth. I was nothing. When it hit me it was like a tsunami. It hurt, but I survived. He just kept me on a leash. I don’t even know if he cared about me at all. I was in denial. I wanted to hold onto the hope that one day he would realize I was there from the beginning. And I hope that still happens but when it does I will look him in the eyes and say that he is too late.
I am worth more than the way he used to make me feel.
You still haven’t told me what I’m getting.
You’re getting this. Hope you like it ‘cause it’s too late now.
Nice? It’s not about nice. On this one bad drop on Palaven I had to pull Rodriguez out from under a pile of husks. And if I hadn’t recognized her ugly fucking boot I wouldn’t have seen her. She’d have died under there. Yeah, okay. We’re done.
Good enough for an ID?
Good enough so that if you’re ever hurt, barely breathing, lying under a pile of rubble at the ass end of this war, you’re gonna have… you’re gonna have something that tells the galaxy that you belong to me.