I'm a lot like history; I'm half dead, half alive. Breathing air into a void.
I should have known. It was simple enough to piece together, but I ignored all the signs.
Way back on Eden Prime, even before she killed Saren. Before the first Normandy was obliterated. Before my own venom caught her off guard on Horizon. Boy, do I regret that now…sometimes I wish I could go back to that day, cast aside my anger and hold her in my arms again.
Once it's done there are always things you wish you could change. It only makes sense that she's dead now.
It's who she was. Nothing, not even how much I loved her, could ever change that. She taught me a lot of things, Shepard. So many of them through example. Like how death is inevitable, and how bravery and glory aren't just Alliance propaganda. She told me once that she wanted to die with no regrets, a goal that I believe she achieved. It'll take me some time to heal, but I think I can do the same. Bravery, glory, honor, love…
She had it all, but I had something better.
I had her.