Illium
Shepard shut her eyes as she slipped her helmet over her head. With her visor covering her eyes and the sounds of the world muffled slightly, she felt home. Felt whole.
The door of the Normandy opened to the docking bay of lIlium. She sighed before gesturing Garrus and Grunt forward.
“Let’s get this over with,” she said before stepping down and shouldering through the crowd that had begun to surround her ship. Anything to see your fucking precious hero, she thought, staring daggers into an asari. She was the same shade of blue as.
Shit, no. She couldn’t handle the past, couldn’t handle anymore ‘what ifs’. Liara wasn’t hers anymore, wasn’t part of her life. Their whatever it had been had died when the Normandy crashed.
“Shepard?” EDI pinged in her ear.
“What is it?” Shep snapped, admittedly harsher than she’d intended, but it felt like she couldn’t have even one moment to herself anymore.
“I have received a message for you.”
“EDI, thanks, but I think I’ll read it after we get back on the ship like I do with all my messages. Besides, isn’t this Kelly’s job? Why are you telling me?”
“Shepard, it was sent directly to me and I believe you will want to see this now.”
Feeling a headache building in her temples, she opened her omnitool, the orange light throwing a glare on her visor.
A message blinked, the icon pulsing seemingly to her own heartbeat which faltered in her chest as she clicked it open.
Shepard, it read.