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| - For days after their improvised funeral service, it was all Emmanuelle could do to get Siani out of bed and keep her functional. On good days, Sharon managed to cajole the girl into having breakfast and dinner. On bad days, Siani lay in bed, crying and singing that same damned song over and over. As there was little else Sharon could do, she attempted to actually translate the song's lyrics. One day, after consulting several different guides to the Imerian dialect, she finally managed to translate the first four lines of the bridge:
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| - For days after their improvised funeral service, it was all Emmanuelle could do to get Siani out of bed and keep her functional. On good days, Sharon managed to cajole the girl into having breakfast and dinner. On bad days, Siani lay in bed, crying and singing that same damned song over and over. As there was little else Sharon could do, she attempted to actually translate the song's lyrics. One day, after consulting several different guides to the Imerian dialect, she finally managed to translate the first four lines of the bridge: Death, you are waiting, Death, you will meet us, Death, you console us, Death you complete us. At that point, she lost all desire to translate the rest of the song. Her codex mentioned that the asari, due to their long lifespans, viewed death in more positive terms than did humans, and supposedly, the song was from a time when the latter decades of an asari Matriarch's life were viewed as a burden. In those days, according to her sources, the oldest Matriarchs would hold ceremonies in which their daughters, granddaughters, and great-granddaughters would place them in open sarcophagi. The Matriarchs would then imbibe a drink called quiesia, which would send them into a sleep from which they never woke. This scared the shit out of Sharon. She knew she would have to force Siani back into the land of the living. And even without her concerns that Siani might try to kill herself, there were still batarians to deal with. The deaths of Arine, Mirole, and Thedala had apparently emboldened them; they were sending scouting parties into the city every day. Sharon knew that she could not defend the city on her own. And so she began forcing Siani to get out of bed and tried to teach her how to fight more effectively. It was a frustratingly slow process. Siani had appallingly bad aim, and her hands shook every time she tried to fire a gun.
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