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I'll say she is. I have just been stepping through the screen into my head-canon and speaking with her. Hannah says that her middle name is Eleanor, after her mommy and that she also has a nursing degree. She has already told me about her husband, Branimir, who was once a Major in the Alfa Group and was later in the Russian Federal Protective Service, at the head of the president's security detail. So, my Shepard is not simply Canadian, but rather she is one of the Russo-Canadians. My Shepard loves foreign cultures and she can speak many languages without a translator including even a major dialect of the Batarians, and in particular she has perfect fluency in a major dialect of the asari. She can even throat-sing a very small number of the words of the Turians, but not enough to be useful -- most such words are not compatible with our soft tissue and vocal chords. That is to say, she has one of the same kinds of voracious fascinations that I have -- the fascination with cultures. My Zhenia pummeled the mind of the racist on Pinnacle station by speaking according to his own lifeways. She quoted the relevant legal ruling of the Turians, that humans could register duels and blood feuds against Turians and thus get official permission to conduct them, in the same way as the Turians did among themselves. For his government would grant permission, because now there were witnesses to his having insulted her honor and that of a fellow soldier, saying both had cheated at the simulation.

["My" Zhenia answers her, speaking in Tyann'asyárriyhha learned for her sake:]

Every time I kill it is in your name.

Every time I watch you fight, I want to make love.

Every breath I take it is for you, every time I see you I want to write you another love-poem [which in fact I have].

Every breath of your voice I cry at its beauty.

When I saw that bomb I severed their limbs and I cut them into pieces while they were still alive, weeping and bellowing your name [crying so hard I could not see the screen] and the pieces of Vasir, I bit a vein from her and spat her blood and in the sight of the one who sent her there, threw down organs that I had taken from her.

I will find the secret of another Way, if there be no relays. The Reapers teleportation without relays ... I will find it even if I must cut it from the entrails of our enemies. From my Earth, I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL COME BACK TO YOU OR I DO NOT DESERVE TO LIVE. I WILL. Little blue children. To death and past it. The refugees crying for aid, no trade, no food, no life, no hope. I will help you help them.

I ordered you to the escape pod. You are not a soldier, but a civilian, you were never Sworn as we. But you showed ritual respect to me, though not required by custom. You did not say yes, nor did you say do I have to, nor did you say as you wish. You said aye aye. That will echo in me until my last moment.

I wept. [I indeed did.]

My poems:

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