Beryl was known on the ship as an eccentric and an oddity, deadly with a blade and quick with her mouth. But now, the events of the last few hours really seemed to take a toll on the gal. Sitting across from Shepard on the Citadel waiting for Thane and Kolyat to return was a new women entirely.
Now she sat silent, hood obscuring her features slightly and foot tapping a rhythm on the floor. What little of her face showed was flushed a paler color than normal and her lips seemed to purse every time a door opened. Every now and again she’d glance at the window that showed the illumination of the space surrounding them. Nebula's and stars danced along her reflections skin making her look of forlorn ghastly and forlorn.
The murmurs and footsteps in the Citadel were the only sounds between the two and it seemed utterly unnatural. Surely she’d break into her cryptic and yet kooky musings about the job done, probably cap it off with that childlike smile and chuckle of hers but it never came. Something was on her mind.
Shepard watched the women before him curiously. There was only so much the dossier Cerberus had gave him said about her, even less he’d learned on his own. There were only two things he knew for sure, she was great at what she did, despite her eccentricities, and the only one she seemed to trust was Thane Krios.
That was part of the reason he’d brought her along on this mission, any baggage Thane was having seemed less when she was around. Plus her abilities in the art of stealth helped tremendously in tracking and following Kolyat. She was completely in her element and moved with a sense of obligation and a true desire to help Thane reconnect with his son.
“Good work out there today,” Shepard began, hoping to break the silence between the two, “I’ve never seen you so determined.”
Beryl’s lip quirked slightly, the shadow of a Cheshire smile breaking the blank sheet that had washed over her features. Shepard offered his own smile, he recognized pride past her new found façade, and prideful she should be. He was referring to her bold, or downright insane, move to take down Kolyat.
She was within perfect range for a tackle but fumbled on her jump, bashing her elbows into the ground instead. It didn’t even seem to faze Beryl, she was back on her feet and chasing after Thane’s son within seconds.
With a shrug, she cocked her head up slightly and peered at Shepard through the wild tresses of her hair, “I didn’t want to let him down.”
She turned her head to the window, watching the stars glitter and glow as Shepard pondered her answer.
“Say I brought you out here on a different mission, would you have had the same enthusiasm?” Shepard questioned, lightly. In a sense it was none of his business, but if he was going to have these people fighting at his back it helped to know just what motivated them and went on in their heads.
He was as curious as any other denizen of the Normandy in regards to the company Beryl seemed to keep. While they had their share of recluses and baggage heavy individuals, none really sought companionship the way Beryl appeared to have with Thane.
“Maybe, but who knows now, hmmm?”
Beryl turned back to Shepard, a quirked but otherwise reserved smile showing past the shadows of her mask. Her eyes seemed to glow from the reflection of the stars, mimicking the moons that lingered far off in the space that surrounded them, “After all it’s only a paper moon, what’s done is done and won’t ever be done again.”
Shepard marveled in her response as she turned back to window, worry visibly creasing her reflections brow.
Almost on cue, the doors to their left separated with a low hum. Both Thane and Kolyat emerged looking worse for wear and emotionally drained but relieved. Beryl was quick on her feet, cocking her head to the left in Thane’s direction.
Nothing was said, but in that action Thane visibly relaxed and even Beryl lightened up to her old mirthful self again. She leaned against the glass, silhouetted by the galaxies that littered the void, the Cheshire grin took up her face as she watched the two Drell exchange a few more hushed words.
Kolyat seemed to purse his lips at his father’s words, nodding, almost ruefully, as he spoke. As if he received a tidbit he’d rather not have heard but, was in no way of rejecting. Thane patted his shoulder as Beryl sauntered up to the two, extending her hand to the younger Drell with a bizarre sense of zeal.
Shepard watched silently, face illuminated by the onslaught of stars and nebula's, a new found understanding of the relationship of the two assassins before him.
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