His arms were supposed to stop the nightmares.
It was a stupid idea. It always had been, right from the start. But the moment Kaidan fell into her bed - that beautiful, glorious and slightly drunken moment after the Citadel - the war and the grief and that goddamn guilt finally left her and she slept haunted by no failures.
But as she woke sweating, panting slightly, dead children running and burning, she knew that his arms had done nothing but make it worse.
After all, she didn’t fear death until she laid in them.