Perhaps it's ironic or maybe it just makes sense that Shepard herself was thinking of that very same moment, witnessed like a photo reel, chopped into fragmented pieces and and only now does it start to make sense.
A sword, wielded by men who look nothing like her shinki, but the blade itself is one she's held in her own hands. She's witnessed the conception, in the instance when the sword swings down and cleaves its way through one, two, three corpses. It's a grim scene, but efficient. One she can appreciate even as the epiphany leaves her in awe.
But it also begs a question. In 20XX she's certain dead bodies are no longer in vogue.
"Alright, I'm the novice here so I'll ask the stupid question." She address their master friend and he perks up immediately. "How does this work?"
She does it for her sake just as much as Yamato's anyway. Maybe it wasn't her style but that didn't mean she couldn't respect that it was his.
I hope you don't mind deciding how this goes lol I'm as clueless as her
A sword, wielded by men who look nothing like her shinki, but the blade itself is one she's held in her own hands. She's witnessed the conception, in the instance when the sword swings down and cleaves its way through one, two, three corpses. It's a grim scene, but efficient. One she can appreciate even as the epiphany leaves her in awe.
But it also begs a question. In 20XX she's certain dead bodies are no longer in vogue.
"Alright, I'm the novice here so I'll ask the stupid question." She address their master friend and he perks up immediately. "How does this work?"
She does it for her sake just as much as Yamato's anyway. Maybe it wasn't her style but that didn't mean she couldn't respect that it was his.