Your life doesn't exactly flash before your eyes when you stare down death. More like, a recap that you're forced to relive over and over again. Like a dream feeling like it lasts hours when you've only been asleep for a few minutes. Though she had already faced death several times before, nothing would have prepared her for this. The sinking desperate feeling for the things you love the most, the memories that meant the most and watching them slip out of your fingers like sand. There wasn't much time to comprehend what was happening, torn between grasping at those memories, the images of loved ones, and grasping the ripped hose that was supposed to be feeding her air.
'My name is Commander Shepard, the first human spectre, and this is how I died.'