Nightmares. Geth. Reapers. Kill everyone. Kill me. Kill me and I can’t do anything about it. Can’t fight, can’t run—. I remember it like it was yesterday, so close yet so far, scared, unable to do anything but wait and hope and pray.
I’ve started dreaming of them again—
—fire and explosions. People screaming. Bleeding. Running. Falling. I don’t want to see that again, don’t want to see my people suffer. People I love with the life gone out of them.
I don’t think I should leave my room. What if it happens again? I — how could I defend anyone I care about if—
I should just stay right here. Right here. Can’t find me here. Can’t. Can’t. Can’t.