Shepard listens as he continues, brows furrows. Old battlefields? It's an odd thought, for her, used to thinking of ancient in terms no corpse could survive. He keeps talking and the vision comes together for her; a peaceful place, with the odd weird haunting, and a class of priests that exist to cope with it, in the same way you'd call an engineer in to fix a colony's mainframe up every decade or so, when sunspot activity did something creative to the EM shielding.

"They weaponized it," Shepard says, quietly, in the face of his uncertain smile, "...Shit, I'm sorry. That's rough."

What? She knows how to apologize, when she's been wrong. Just because it doesn't happen often doesn't mean she's completely callous!

"What d'you want to know first?"