"Right, sorry. Forgot about that one. They start to kinda..." She waved a hand, to indicate the vagueness of her own vision, "They blur together, after a while."

Did she used to be this pathetic? Shepard has fond memories of looking over the burning corpses of entire nations and not feeling a damn thing aside from anger, and determination. She remembers being tougher than this, stronger. Or maybe she's just drinking her own Alliance propaganda kool-aid, who knows?

"I am. At this point, I'm starting to prefer the arenas to the Capitol, sick as that sounds. At least, in there, you know where you stand," A heavy sigh, "Look, don't listen to me, I'm just tired. Can I ask you something?"