[She reaches out and takes Shepard's hand, squeezing lightly and offering her a grin.

Coming to terms with Shepard's death these past two years was a longer process than she ever thought it would be - in the end, she'd spent more time mourning the woman than she'd actually known her alive. Then she'd barely been over finding out Shepard was alive when... here they are. Like everything's normal, except now they destroy planets and Shepard's not their captain anymore. Their captain is a woman who will rip apart members of the crew just to prove a point (that crew member being an AI makes, in this context, very little difference).

And her father is dead.

And he was 'proud of her'.] My father was... He was really popular on the fleet. He loved our people. He was dedicated to our homeworld.

[Enough to put them all in danger. Enough to torture sentient beings. She hates the geth, but only enough to kill them. There are things worse than death.]

But you don't have to try to make me feel better, Shepard. He chose the fleet over his family a long time ago.