A/N: Wow. I'm actually pretty overwhelmed now. Surprised that this little humble story of mine is starting to gain some attention. And we have a new member on board! Carleen, I really appreciate your comments. I went back to read the first chapter, and it was awfully cheesy. In fact, I'm a little disgusted myself. I was never a fan of out-of-character mushy writing. Oops. But I'm not going to edit it or anything. I want to show future readers what I exactly wrote. Again, I want to apologise for the screwing up of the event chronology. In chapter 2, I actually mentioned about Sarah's husband getting killed in action. I was like "WHUT?". God, I really need to start paying attention to what I'm writing. Really sorry for the stupid blunders! Now, let's let you guys read in peace.
I still can't believe it. Jack, an instructor at Grissom Academy? Really? I'll admit, Jack teaching students was the last thing I would've expected her to do. But in some ways, I guess, maybe she's the best candidate for this job after all. Watching all those gifted students standing their ground against those Ceberus troopers, I was simply overwhelmed. I doubt they would be able to perform as well if their instructor was just another walking textbook.
The way Jack raised their morale, it was just incredible. I wonder if that was how people felt watching me give those speeches. Speeches that often included "We have to stick together, then we'll prevail!" Then again, those are just lies in my eyes. Lies to make them feel confident, that they'll -we'll- get out of this mess unscathed. We know better, they know better. But I guess blind hope is our only source of refuge now, no?
Liara came to my room just now, said she had something to show me. It was a device that stored every single bit of information about the galaxy. A time capsule. When she asked me how I would like myself to be remembered, I said; "Make me inspiring. Make me a legend, a role model for future generations to come. Someone unforgettable, almost god-like even.". I know this doesn't sound like me. In fact, I almost told her to just write the truth. But I reminded myself, this is a time capsule for future generations to come. Should we fail to defeat the Reapers, everyone needs a hero to look up to. So I told her to make me a hero, who accomplished the impossible.
I'm the mascot. It's what I'm supposed to look like. I'm supposed to inspire.
Speaking of Grissom Academy, guess who I met. Kahlee Sanders. Can you believe it? Kahlee and Anderson. I wonder when those two would stop beating about the bush and just tie the knot. And after them, everything comes back to us again.
Hackett told me you're on a classified assignment, a new duty part of your Spectre status. I guess we're really par-to-par now huh?
Just stay safe Ash. I can't lose you as much as you can't lose me.
