My Last Breath
The man I once was remembers a lot of things. Among all of them he remembers his career, friends… loved ones. He hopes that they will understand why he made his sacrifice, why the man they so much admired sacrificed himself for the greater good, for humanity, and every living person in the galaxy.
"The paths are open," the child I saw when I left Earth said. Why was he the Catalyst? Why did he take that troubling form that haunted me every night? How did this tie together? "But you have you have to choose."
My vision was already blurry and I couldn't think clearly. What will happen to the galaxy? I fought and even died to save this galaxy. What will happen to me? Will I be able to get Tali the house that I promised her? What will happen to her? Will she be safe? Will I be able to protect her? Will she live fine without me? I found myself limping towards the option to the left – towards the choice that would let me control the Reapers, my enemies. Why was I walking towards that way? Isn't that what I despised, what I hated?
I saw the child – or the Catalyst, I should say – smiling as I got closer to the option. "Why are you smiling?" I asked weakly, my mouth bloody. The child didn't respond and I found myself about a foot away from the handles. "You're doing this!" I shouted as hard as I could with my weak body.
"As what you call the Illusive Man would say, 'Control is the means to survival'," the child said as it walked away and left me in an agonizing pain when I involuntarily dropped my pistol and took one of the handles. I tried to pull away, but then I felt like I was… enjoying the pain. What was happening to me?
As my body disintegrated I couldn't help but think at the losses I had faced – the marines on Akuze, Kaidan on Virmire, Jacob and Samara on the Collector Base… God, I'd lost so many, right before my eyes.
And yet, I could only face her – her judgment. She would never forgive me.
Dark brown hair, small nose, thin lips, elven ears, faint purple skin, beautifully silver eyes…
A tear tried to form in my eye, but nothing came out.
Tell me Miss vas Normandy, how do you want our house on Rannoch?
Remorse started to grow into me.
"Come back to me," she'd said right before we parted ways.
God, I love you…. And how I'll miss you. Please forgive me.
My body ceased to exist, and the inevitable happened: I lost my humanity.
A/N:Well I wrote this quite quickly. This was an idea that I had while downloading music instead of doing a bunch of History class homework (Oh well…). I got quite emotional while writing this (I don't know why). Well don't forget to review/favorite if you liked it.I'm game for constructive criticism - Krazycatsful.
A/N, October 14, 2014: Well, now… I find it amusing that, after so long, I came back to edit this piece. It still has some grammatical errors, but truth be told, this in an old piece that I have no intention of continuing, so I'm did not put nearly as much effort here as any other fiction I've written.
Cheers!
-Krazycatsful