ME 3 post destroy ending (spoilers!)
excerpt from my Mass Effect ff on ao3 titled: Does this unit have a soul?
„Does this unit have a soul?”
Gasp. A shuddering clinging to air. Broken shards of a life over.
“I’d rather risk non-functionality with the crew of the Normandy than risk it alone.”
Destroy or be destroyed. No other way.
She was ready to throw her life away, along with those she condemned to perish, and now…
“I’m proud of you.”
Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. Breathing fills the quiet rubbles around her. Faint sirens somewhere beyond her comprehension.
“Shepard… I’m going to modify my self-preservation code now.”
Shooting echoes around her. Prisms of red, all-consuming… Shepard braced herself. If she was to go, if she was to drag others down with her, let it be a spectacle to behold. Let the aftermath etch their white-hot memories into the fabric of the universe forever.
“Because the Reapers are repulsing. They are devoted to nothing but self-preservation.”
Then why is she breathing? Why is her body draped almost elegantly over the skeletons of the dead?
“I am different.”
“I know,” she whispered to the debris. “I know.”
“Does this unit have a soul?”
“It did,” she sobs; the helmet no longer distorting her voice. It sounded like defeat. “You had.”












