Face It

Apathy

There weren't many things that made Shepard mad. Not like the politicians could. She could show them the enemy, a signed confession, and compiled video of all of their misdeeds, and they would still sit and debate. They would sit, talk, and tell her that she didn't have enough to reach a consensus.

It wasn't that they didn't like her. Or that they did. Or that they hated her.

It was that they simply didn't care.

Apathy.

"And that's why I hate politicians." Ashley had once said. But she'd had no idea. No idea of the cruelty that these politicians could inflict on anyone.

They didn't seem to care that Ash died on that Godforsaken planet that they themselves had sent Shepard to. It was just...was nothing. Like it had only been another number. Which, she supposed, it had been. To them.

To her it had been a sister. A friend. Ash.

With a wipe of her eyes, her back to the council, Shepard vowed she would never become like them.

…

Two years, one death, one rebirth, and it still wasn't enough. They still couldn't bring themselves to bring forth any decision. It was exactly as she had left it. Except, this time, she was the one coming out from under the rug. The dirty little secret that had a vengeance.

Even Anderson, who was in an understandably difficult position, seemed to not hear her.

She left the Citadel with her shoulders rolled back, head held high, heart hardened to the council. She honestly hoped they never needed her help- she wasn't going to listen.

With a dry, painless laugh, she decided that Apathy was the best thing for the council.

Just a taste of their own medicine.