Set during the fleet battle at ME3's end.


She stands behind him, the familiar view turned achingly painful. So many memories, she thinks, so many times she's stood in this very place and traded friendly barbs with him. She stood here all those months ago, for once robbed of her easy eloquence, as she tried to invite him to her cabin. Cold claws of fear twist in her chest – will she ever have this chance again? – but she ignores them. The fate of the galaxy is in her hands, there is no room for her heart. Words rise to her lips – I love you – but she stays silent.