She's never been to Earth before.
The land almost felt strange to Samara as she stepped off the transportation bus. It wasn't as if Earth was remarkably different to some other planets she's seen. Maybe it was because this was the sight of the Reaper's final stand. Maybe it was because it was the last place anyone had seen Shepard alive.
Shaking her head, she walked among the city of London, watching the humans interact with one another. The place was filled with life, much more than the Citadel could ever hold. Maybe because this race is so young compared to other species, Samara thought. As she walked further along the sidewalk, she saw a mass within the crowd heading in the same direction. Intrigued, she followed, the humans barely registering her appearance. Once she realized where they were heading however, she stopped in her tracks, feet planted a few steps away from a railing separating the crowd from the Reaper tech.
She gazed at the scene before her. It seemed as if tourists were excited to stand in the spot Shepard was last seen alive; the spot where she had ran to her death. Clenching her jaw, Samara watched as the humans excitedly talked among themselves, cheering and pointing at the Reaper tech. Frustration built within her, bubbling against the walls she had so carefully built. Refusing to look upon the sight any longer, she turned away and started walking.
She gracefully made her way through the crowd, for once not caring where her destination landed her. She held her head high, yet she felt herself become unfocused. She felt herself become vulnerable. As she walked, the scenery before her changed from bustling city, to rural, to the countryside. The road beneath her turned into dirt and by the time she stopped to gaze around her, she was by herself. The only company she could see for miles was a lone sunflower in a decimated field.
Samara didn't know what overcame her as she started towards it. For once, she wasn't questioning herself or if her actions coincided with the code. For once, she was acting upon her feelings. Kneeling before the sunflower, she slowly held her hand out, brushing the petals.
The memories of her time with Shepard overwhelmed her, each one toppling in after the other. Then her daughters faces fought for space, their smiling eyes twisting into snarls of hatred; hatred aimed at her. She clenched her hands into fists, knuckles turning light blue. She looked to the stormy sky, her face contorted in confusion. "What do you want from me, Shepard?" she cried. "I have given you everything I have and more. Must you continue to torture me? I live by the code, therefore I am just. I am just." She muttered the last sentence to herself, trying to convince herself that what she said was true. She felt lost, and it was too much of a fresh, raw feeling for her to handle.
Looking to the sunflower again, she watched as a petal fell from it and softly brushed her hand before falling to the ground. Opening her mouth in realization, she closed it before closing her eyes. Standing, she turned away from the sunflower and started walking back the way she came. She left with a smile, finally realizing and receiving what she had longed for since her maiden years.
Forgiveness.