The negative parts of this event hit her like a freight train.
She should've known nothing was going to stay singing and joking for long; there's always something simmering beneath, something she has yet to conquer, something something something. It's her life. Any moment of respite will inevitably be crushed, every moment of calm swept by a tide of pain. Even when she tries to save someone, she falls short. Even when she saves the galaxy, she drives away the one person she has left, tethered to her existence, identity. Even when she does everything she can, she kills the people close to her. The ones she cares about disappears. When you're the only person who changes the world, the world changes without you.
She thought she'd be happy to see the war over. But now, she has to live in her consequences. Which means being overwhelmingly, utterly alone.
Shepard hasn't even noticed she's gotten messages, sitting at the edge of her bed in her room as if she's going to go somewhere, boots half laced, left mumbling to a song she doesn't know as she slips down further.
Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette, A lifeless face that you'll soon forget, My eyes are damp from the words you left, Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest. Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
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She should've known nothing was going to stay singing and joking for long; there's always something simmering beneath, something she has yet to conquer, something something something. It's her life. Any moment of respite will inevitably be crushed, every moment of calm swept by a tide of pain. Even when she tries to save someone, she falls short. Even when she saves the galaxy, she drives away the one person she has left, tethered to her existence, identity. Even when she does everything she can, she kills the people close to her. The ones she cares about disappears. When you're the only person who changes the world, the world changes without you.
She thought she'd be happy to see the war over. But now, she has to live in her consequences. Which means being overwhelmingly, utterly alone.
Shepard hasn't even noticed she's gotten messages, sitting at the edge of her bed in her room as if she's going to go somewhere, boots half laced, left mumbling to a song she doesn't know as she slips down further.
Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you'll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.