Despite the greatsword plunged deep into her chest, Yulia gave Kaidan a look of such ferocity, coupled together with the threat of deep static in the air that made hair stand on end. “When I come back,” she began, “and I find you blaming yourself and wallowing in your sorrows… if I find you deep in your cups, agonizing over something that wasn’t your fault-” She broke off and coughed out a spatter of blood, and met his eyes once more after recovering.
“If I find you blaming yourself for all of this, I’ll break you out of that sorrow. I’ll remind you that this outcome was my decision. Maybe I’ll even give your ugly mug a good punch in the jaw.” The ferocity in her eyes softened, and she reached over to cup his cheek with tender affection. “But don’t make me do all that. I want you strong, you hear me? I want you to make good on your promise and kill that bitch the first thing you get the chance!”