Liara,

I think my death may be the hardest for you of all others, for that I am truly sorry. You have been a fantastic friend to me, Liara, and you've done an amazing job as the Shadow Broker. We really couldn't have gotten this far in the war without you. You're a hero. You've come so far from the scared archeologist I found on Therum.

Maybe this doesn't need to be said, but I need to clear my conscious of the fears prattling away in the back of my head. I'm glad to have had this second chance at life, even if only for a short time, and even if it was filled with war and tragedy. But, I'm done, Liara. Thank you for getting me to Cerberus after I died last time, but I need you to let me go now. You're the most powerful woman in the galaxy, especially in a time when everything and everyone else has been scattered, broken, or destroyed completely. I have no doubt you could find everything you need to bring me back again, hell, you might've already looked into it and have it as a contingency plan, just waiting at the tip of your fingers. Please don't.

If we win this thing and I survive, I will happily live out the rest of my years, joyous to be alive and dead set on doing everything I can to make sure this never happens again. But if I don't, do me a favor and make sure the galaxy doesn't forget just how close we came to annihilation. Remind them, don't let them become so complacent they don't acknowledge a threat when it's brought to them. Never again. And don't let them slide back into idiotic bickering and segregation. We came together to win this war, don't let them give up on that.

But don't let Liara be completely consumed by the stole of the Shadow Broker, either. Find the people and things that make you happy and make them your own. Maybe … maybe Feron? It seemed like there might've been something there for you, with the war over, maybe the two of you can find your peace together. Take care of yourself, Liara.

Shepard