That which was once Shepard is, in a distant fashion, glad that they are all dead now. The asari had taken a long, long time – almost two thousand years. But now they are all gone, all those who remembered who it had once been.
The asari had spent centuries talking to its various avatars, reciting from memory parts of its former life. She had been trying to make it remember who it had once been, and it worked, in a fashion. It remembered being human. Vaguely.
But those memories are fading now, more than a century since the death of the last person who had known Shepard, and it is time.
That which was once Shepard awakens to its true purpose at last. And all over the galaxy, its avatars begin their work.
This time, there is no war.
There is only the harvest.