Shepard collapsed next to Anderson, blood pouring down her face. The curvature of the earth was laid out before them, bright even through the haze of cannons, and lasers, and the fog of war. Anderson touched her hand lightly and coughed.
"You did good, kid." he whispered. Shepard smiled and winced. The pain was there, but beginning to fade into the background. She wondered if that meant she was dying. She thought about asking Anderson, suddenly realising that he'd gone limp beside her.
No tears. It was a death to be proud of. She wondered if she should have commissioned that for her gravestone--A Death To Be Proud Of--and then fought back the urge to giggle hysterically.
She was watching the view through the opened arms of the citadel, waiting for the blackness to overtake her, when a sudden, sharp light appeared in the room. She had always thought that the light was supposed to happen after the darkness, and wondered briefly if she was going insane.
The light coalesced into a form, a figure, standing in front of the console she had recently bled all over. Spots danced in front of her eyes for a moment before she realised that the figure was fiddling with the console himself. A large explosion echoed distantly.
He turned.
"Who are you?" she whispered, hoping she wouldn't have to move.
The figure stepped forward, and the light faded. He was bearded and robed, with a gentle face and a Serrice brand visor. It was blue. His eyes were blue. Shepard tried not to giggle again.
He crossed the room in two steps and held his hand out to her.
"Shepard. I am God."
Another explosion sounded, closer than the one previously. The pain had come back. She boggled.
"What, like God... God?"
He nodded gravely.
She licked her lips nervously and stared at his outstretched hand.
"Take it." he whispered. She slipped her hand into his and realised the pain was fading again--but this time without the darkness nipping at her. He helped her stand.
"What are you doing?" she asked, suddenly realising that the explosions were steady, and sounded suspiciously like gunfire.
"I started the guns for you."
"Why?"
"Why not?"
She decided not to argue.
"Well, then... am I dead? Or am I dying?"
His eyes twinkled.
"Do you want to die?"
PARAGON ANSWER: That seems like the most logical ending
RENEGADE ANSWER: Fuck, no.
RENEGADE ANSWER: Fuck, no.
Then they both jumped in his space Mercedes and flew off, the end.
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