High Light Bar, the Presidium, the Citadel, Saturday Evening

[not_a_whiner]

There was one thing you could always rely on, on the Citadel: life went on, even when invaders had stomped through it just hours ago, whether they be geth or Cerberus. They were still brushing up glass shards and blocking out bullet holes by moving planters around, here at the High Light, but the bar was open.

It wasn't as full as it would've been any other night, but there were still people coming in. Kaidan had to admire the guts of the Citadel's population, if nothing else.

The air was different, though. Until today, the locals had more or less assumed the Reaper War was something to be fought elsewhere, on different planets, well away from their safe haven. They had worried about family and friends back on their home planets, but they had thought themselves safe here.

That had changed. Kaidan could tell as much.

"This place isn't going to be the same," he said to Allie as he sank into a booth.

He wasn't sure whether he was going to be the same. He'd put a bullet in Udina's chest. That was gonna hang over him for a while.

[[ for allie. ]]

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[not_a_whiner]

"She's off Earth, at least," Kaidan said, fidgeting with his beer.

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

"Somewhere safe I hope?" Although after the previous few hours, safe places didn't seem to be such a certainty anymore. "Any chance of getting her to the island?"

[not_a_whiner]

"She's safe, for the moment," Kaidan said quietly. "Portalocity is getting... stingier, with trips from here. I think they're worried about the Reapers, too."

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie nodded. "It makes sense. When you're responsible for access to the multiverse, I guess it makes sense to keep the bad guys contained when you can. Still, if you can get her out, you know Jack and I would look out for her."

[not_a_whiner]

"Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you," Kaidan said, with a little smile. "I mean, really. Thanks."

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

She met his smile with one of her own. "No thanks necessary. It's what friends are supposed to do."