Shifting abit as he moved to set her down on the edge of her bed, straightening himself back up once he’d done so. His gaze shifting away abit not quite looking directly at her, his face hidden beneath the hood.
Was one reason why he prefered wearing it so much, was easy to mask his emotions, ones that he was fighting back and forth with in his head.
It felt like just a few days ago he was fighting for his life against Blackwatch, spreading his infection to create a new world.. Now here he was helping a woman to her bed. And yet.. The same question still ran through his head. Why? He still couldn’t quite figure it out yet. Maybe it was slowly sinking in with him that things weren’t the same anymore, that perhaps he wasn’t the most threatening thing out there anymore. Maybe it was that she had done what nobody else did.. Given him a second chance, an opportunity to make things different.
It was almost like, as if she were his exact opposite. Powerful in her own way, respected, loved, her name one of fame almost. While his was one of infamy. Feared, hated. He had already given up and damned humanity while she believed it still had a chance, and refused to lose hope.
He shifted his eyes down to her when she finally spoke, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
”I’ve got one or two up my sleeves.”
Saying before turning around and starting to head back out of her room, stopping at the door a moment, turning his head to look down his side over his shoulder.
"Ya know.. I never did get your name." Shifting his leg back slightly as he turned back abit more to face her again from across the room.
”Your real one.”
“My real name is Shepard.” She replied, taking her boots off and scooting backward onto the bed. She sat cross-legged and buried her toes in the insubstantial military issue bedding. “If you mean my first name… Nobody uses it. I don’t use it. It means nothing to me. It doesn’t matter if you know it or not because I don’t like being called by it.”
She fidgeted with her blanket, looking away from Alex and down at her feet. People had stopped calling her by her first name a long time ago; even she didn’t like to say it. When her family died she stopped being Anna and became Shepard. She was the only member of her family left so her first name was no longer necessary. At least that’s what she told herself every time she thought about it.
The truth was, all the people she cared about on Mindior called her by her first name and now all those people were dead. By being called something else she was able to distance herself from the life she lost, and therefore was able to move on. She still kept her first name for official reasons but it was like another scar… only it was one that never healed properly and irritating it caused her pain. She carried it with her, but she didn’t want it.
Anna was the scared little girl whose family and friends died while she hid in her closet. Shepard was the first human Spectre, the hero of the citadel and a legend among her race. Shepard was fearless. Shepard was admired. Shepard was happy. Anna was not.
“If you really want to know you can find it in the crew records on this ship.” She said, waving her hand dismissively and scooting further back on the bed until her back was against her pillows and the wall. “I’d have to ask you not to call me by it, though.”