The sea? That's what he said...but she had fallen apart. No, not fallen. Been ripped by..some kind of energy..The reapers? Catalyst? Where was Captain Anderson? Tali? Legion? Thane...?

A sea?

"Open..."

Lucy couldn't breathe but for some reason, that thought didn't bother her.

"Open!"

Everything felt heavy. Movements...Could she move? Yes, but it was difficult...she was standing, wasn't she?

"Open!"

It felt like there was a heavy weight upon her, but not one she had felt before. It seemed almost comforting. Not like the responsibility of the reapers, not like her armor upon her back...It felt like a heavy blanket. One that swore to protect her even though no worse would ever happen.

"OPEN!"

Her eyes finally obeyed her. Bright green beacons in the midst of a gray sea. No, it wasn't gray, it was blue. She could see the surface. Lucy was coming to it, there was sunshine, but no sun, just shine. Just a brightness at the surface and she began to swiftly kick, propelling herself upwards. Lucy broke the surface, and breathed deeply, though she had not been wanting for breath. Her hair fell around her face in wet tendrils. Her head whipped around, looking for Across. Though Lucy had yet to acknowledge it, she knew exactly what had happened, and chose to push it away. It was the first time she had failed to acknowledge the threat, and she felt damn good about it.

Her eyes narrowed in, she found Across. A small strip of green a couple hundred yards off. Lucy swam gracefully with a newfound strength, one that rippled through her and resonated with purity. She smiled happily at the feeling of the cool water against her skin, the cleanliness it provided, it's ability to wash away any and all things, visible or not. Lucy kicked all the harder the closer she got...she saw a small figure coming into her line of sight. It became clearer. Clearer. Clearer, until her feet were able to touch the sandy ground and she stood. The beauty of the place overwhelmed her, though she could not identify exactly what was so beautiful. It was a comfort, an everlasting feeling that she hadn't experienced...ever in her memory. A feeling of warmth...consistency...safety...a feeling of absolute and unwavering peace. That's what this place had given her. Something Lucy had been fighting for for years upon years. There was no war, never in a place such as this. Never the subjugation of one race to another. No struggle. No pain. No fear. No conflict. Just brightness, love, and him..there...waiting for her.

Lucy walked slowly, her steps not wavering but almost not believing the sight. There he stood. Smiling with a beautiful sadness at the sight of her. By the time she reached him Lucy should have been overcome with the brilliance of the scene, but instead her eyes saw nothing but him.

Yet she was still overcome.

"My Siha, I was hoping you wouldn't come...not so soon. Though I can see you succeeded." He took her hands gently, coaxing her from the shore line, onto the dry sand.

"Thane...You have no idea, the rea-" he shook his head gently, his movements forgiving.

"Siha, you have fought so long and so hard. You have faced defeat at every turn, every corner, and found a way to prevail. This is not the time for recounting. I saw everything, I guided you as best I could. I prayed for you, I even visited you when death was closing in. You must not think of that right now."

Lucy paused, saying nothing but drinking him in. Taking in every aspect of him, every part of him. His voice, his touch, the things that made her love him.

"You waited for me..."

"Always Siha, I told you, across the sea."