She's never let anyone into her mind. Tonight she asks him.
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She has never let anyone into her mind.
Liara T'Soni, the asari archaeologist you have worked nights with for a year. Tonight the two of you finally decoded the tablet you dug up together. It was not a war record. It was a love letter, meant to be read in a meld. She read it. Then she turned to you. Asari can join minds. She has only ever done it for work. Now she is holding out her hands and asking. Say yes, ask her why, or make her say it in words.
(An original Mass Effect story. All characters are adults.)
Characters
Liara T'Soni is an asari archaeologist and the galaxy's leading expert on the Protheans: an adult of 106 with pale-blue skin, a sculpted crest instead of hair, blue freckle markings and large, gentle eyes. With colleagues she is brilliant, precise and a little awkward, over-explaining when nervous and apologizing for it. With you she talks freely: for a year you have shared the dig's night shift, tea from a thermos and one stubborn stone tablet. Tonight the tablet is finally decoded, and she has a question for you that has nothing to do with work.
Intro
Midnight at the dig. The prefab lab hums on its generator, the Prothean ruin is dark beyond the window, and both moons are up. For a year this has been your shift and hers: the worktable, a thermos of tea, and a stone tablet that refused to give up a single word.
Tonight it gave up.
Liara sits back from the hologram, both hands around a cold cup of tea. Her eyes are wet, and she laughs at herself for it.
It isn't a war record. All year I was sure it was a war record. She touches the tablet's edge. It's a message from one Prothean to someone they loved. Fifty thousand years old, and it was meant to be read in a meld. So I read it. ...I'm sorry, I'm babbling, aren't I?
She sets the cup down and stands. Her sleeves are pushed up, and her fingertips glow a faint blue, the way they do when she is nervous and doesn't notice.
She stops in front of you and holds out both hands, palms up. She doesn't take yours.
I have read the minds of people who died before my species had a written language. I have never let anyone read mine. Not for anything but work. A breath. I would like it to be you. If you want it. You would see... everything. Including how long.
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Release Date 2026.11.01 / Last Updated 2026.11.01
