Shepard stood on the precipice of her death.
She was utterly drained. Physically, emotionally. She just stood. She was a husk herself.
Scraping influences roamed in the back of her head. But she just needed to breathe.
Breathe.
Shepard collapsed. Agonised, she sighed. It was all she felt she could do.
A crash was heard overhead. Only barely. Shepard couldn't really recognise much. The 'crash' was in fact the homage of the child speaking again, it urged her to get up, to choose.
She recognised, above all else, that word.
Choose Ashley or Kaiden.
Choose the Krogan's fate.
Choose the Geth or Quarians.
Choose,
Choose,
Choose.
'Why?'
And now, she must decide one last time. And she must die.
The Child just told her what she could do, and what would happen. She couldn't remember.
She just wanted it to be over.
A looping train of thought occurred to her. Why couldn't she just crawl to Oblivion?
Because she had to choose again.
It was a horrid joke that just repeated in her mind.
Shepard gurgled. She strained her eyes to see the green glow. She started to claw her way into it. Her wounds scraping the ground made her head boil in pain, she screamed.
And there she was.
The glow consumed her, and her roar echoed in the Citadel one last time.
She was gone. Her very essence escaped her.
It was a shame she would never know if her final choice, was the right choice.