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Shepard followed the threads on the Citadel. She was connected to so many people here. Ash and Kaidan were at her side, marveling at the sheer size of the station. There were so many webs. Shepard could spend years deciphering each bond. She followed her own threads through the citadel, meeting Sha’ira the consort, Barla Von the information broker, and Emily Wong the journalist. They were weak bonds, but important. She carefully ignored the white thread that seemed more taut than usual. She didn’t have time for soul mates.
She noticed a couple of new red threads, their sources close by but still out of reach. She would have to wait until after she spoke with the council. Then she could explore the rest of the station. She would find a way to sever the sticky black thread that taunted her.
She watched with increasing anxiety as her white thread tensed, as if the person at the end of it were close. Not now, she thought. I can’t do this now. The elevator doors slid open and she had to hide her surprise over her white thread leading straight to a Turian arguing fiercely with Executor Pallin. She listened to their conversation, the officer’s conviction that Saren was dirty, Pallin’s refusal to give the officer more time.
Maybe she was wrong. Maybe the white thread wasn’t meant for soul mates. How could her soul mate be a Turian? She shoved the thought out of her head as she spoke to the officer. Garrus. The name burned across her mind. He was important, soul mate or not. She would remember him.
Following the threads brought her back to Garrus, to Wrex, and fortunately to Tali. Together, they were able to bring forward the evidence needed to confirm Saren’s actions and launch a hunt. Shepard felt things click into place as the three new bonds made it clear they would be going with her no matter what. She tucked away thoughts of the white thread as the thread between her and Kaidan started to turn blue.
Soul mates. Ridiculous.