Disclaimer: I don't own Mass Effect.
My Kepral Syndrome is killing me; my breath grows weaker every day. The Reapers have been defeated, the galaxy saved, yet I wish I were dead. If it meant he could live. If he could see the victory he brought us.
Shepard was a great leader, a great friend. Through our long conversations, we came to a great understanding about each other, about our races. He helped me start repairing my relationship with my son, Koylat. Despite the rush to stop the Collectors, he put aside time not just for me, but for everyone to settle their affairs. It was a suicide mission, and he did his best to help us be ready for it.
Commander Shepard had a noble, kindred spirit. He valued us as family; he fought the Reapers with the fate of the galaxy on his shoulders and refused to back down. The lengths he went to in order to unite the galaxy are unmatched; he will forever be remembered as the man who brought peace to universe. I know he rests in the human afterlife, that his soul is at peace.
Staring at the casket, I nod a final farewell, as other mourners begin to gather.