It was all over. Somehow, they’d accomplished the impossible: they made it to the Citadel and the Crucible had docked. There was nothing left to do but sit and wait for the same fate as the man at her side.
Shepard hazarded a quick glance in Anderson’s direction. He’d always seemed larger than life, but now that illusion was completely shattered. He slumped over on himself, a victim of that final gunshot—her gunshot. She turned back to the cold darkness of space, tears welling in her eyes. That brief glimpse of him was all she could handle, the guilt heavy on her heart. It hurt too much, even though they’d both been prepared for this outcome.
Cold, unforgiving metal pressed the remaining shards of armor into the wounds on her backside and legs. The hard deck offered no comfort to her battle-damaged body, but that didn’t matter at this point. There were so many wounds, so much blood and pain, and her support systems were toast. There was no way anyone would get to her in time. It would all be over soon enough, then she would join Anderson and everyone else that had been lost along the way. Nothing left to do but enjoy the view. But even the beauty of space held reminders of death and destruction. Debris from countless ships floated in front of her, a testament to how devastating their last push towards earth had been for so many.
Shepard leaned back into the platform behind them, cradled her stomach, and finally let herself grieve. “I’m so sorry, Kaidan.” Echoes of their last moments, both their voices, thick with emotion, taunted her with what could’ve been. She promised to be waiting for him, but this was one promise she couldn’t keep—no matter how much it broke her heart. This was one situation she couldn’t stubborn her way out of. This was it.
And there was so much more lost than even Kaidan knew.