"There is three choices, it's up to you to choose."
Shepard was half dead. It was only pure stubbornness and determination that they were still alive.
"Each choice isn't a wrong choice. But every one has a price to pay."
Three choices, three decisions.
The first panel was Control. Take the reins and take over as the new Catalyst. Become the first human AI that controlled the Reapers, something the Illusive Man wasn't able to do. But the ultimate price was death. Shepard sighed. Leave the person they loved behind, or join the ones they already lost. But also become a Guardian. Watching over future generations, preventing history from repeating itself.
There was option two. Synthesis. Throw themselves into the fire, joining both organic and synthetic as one. Organics will be perfected, Synthetics will be aware. But is it morally right? Organics always had free will and are flawed. But that is what made everyone unique. Then the synthetics. Always asking questions, wondering why they are hated for wanting to understand.
Then the third option. Destroy. They can free everyone from the Reapers. But that also came with a heavy price. The Reapers will die, but so would all synthetics. EDI, she was a innocent. Started off as a VI, but evolved to a AI. Always asking questions, but also a comrade. Her and Joker, they ended up caring deeply about one another. Then Legion. Went out of his, not its way to free his people from becoming slaves to the Reapers. The synthetics wouldn't be the only ones. Billions would die. Destroying the Catalyst meant destroying the Reaper technology. The Mass Relays, the Citadel. People and aliens depend on that technology to get around. Would freeing organics be the right thing?
Shepard sighs. He knew what Admiral Hackett would pick. But their mentor, Admiral Anderson would just recommend to choose what was in their heart.
Shepard had their gun. Looking at all three, which was the "right" one?
"Did that really happen?"
The child was in awe of the story. Their grandpa was a great storyteller.
"It was so long ago." The Stargazer looked up. The two moons illuminating the snowy white ground.
"When can I go to the stars?"
"Someday my sweet."
"Can you tell me more stories about The Shepard?" Shepard was their hero.
"It's getting late. But just one more."
