[If she let herself think about it, about how many people would get to die, simply because people don't listen when she speaks, she'll be too angry to function. On the other hand, if she has to turn rogue SPECTRE, then doing it by strangling the council with her bare fucking hands is at least a novel way to do it.

Shepard snorts a quiet, bitter little breath of humor at that, and drinks again, a little deeper, feeling it settling in her belly, making the night seem warmer than it is.]

They're proud to be on the Normandy. I'd be flattered if I didn't know Alliance soldiers will bet on anything. [She's not immune to that either, of course. She's just... What's fine for the crew is unseemly in the commander.] You get in on that? I gotta know, what's Garrus Vakarian's totals estimate on galactic leadership having to eat their words and fall in line?