[ The wait is agonising. Every second that ticks by is another twist of guilt in her gut, but she waits for them in silence, as still as a statue. When consensus is finally reached and they reply, the surprise is writ clear on her face that she wasn't expecting the apology to be accepted.

But they're right: anything else would have been bending a knee, in one way or another, to the Reapers. And that's if the hologram on the Citadel was being entirely truthful with her. ]

Legion...

[ She steps forwards when she catches the droop in their posture, placing a hand gently on their shoulder. Moving around to their front, she ducks her head as if trying to catch the eye-line of another human. ]

If you're here, then there's still hope.