I'm Proud of You
It was over. After all this time, the war was finally over. Soon, the Crucible would activate and the Reapers would be history. It was a glorious feeling.
Shepard crawled her way over to Anderson, who was leaning up against a platform. The lifeless body of the Illusive Man not too far away from him.
"We did it" Shepard said weakly.
"Yes we did" Anderson replied just as weak.
The view from where they were sitting was…perfect. Best seats in the house would be the best way to describe it. Then suddenly, Anderson started to go limp. He hung his head slightly and his eyes fluttered.
"Stay with me. We're almost through this" Shepard said.
"You did good child, you did good. I'm proud of you" Anderson said softly.
"Thank you, Sir. Anderson?" Shepard looked over to him.
No. It couldn't end like this. He couldn't just…die now. But it was too late. He had said his last words and had passed on. Shepard bowed her head. The blood from her side wound wasn't stopping. It had pooled all around her.
She didn't have much time either.