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Shepard is dead. He has been dead for just over two years. I imagine he died panicking, thrashing in the vacuum of space as the SSV Normandy violently blew out its guts into the void. A meaningless speck in the cosmic darkness. Silently screaming, wresting with an invisible, unstoppable foe, watching helplessly as his suits precious oxygen supply escaped into the void, turning his shield against the elements into his coffin. Knowing that there was no-one and nothing to save him from the end, to forestall the inevitable. I often wonder what – or who – he thought of, in his final moments. As it happens, the unsettling manner of his

Isaac woke from his deep, drug-induced slumber, feeling a sharp pang of claustrophobia that made him panic for a split-second before his augmented brain became fully aware of his surroundings and situation. Cold metal surrounded him, bathed in dull amber as the standby lights above him flickered on. He sighed as the respirator mask retracted from his face, coughing as the oxygen-carrying tube slid itself out of his throat with a wet gurgle. He breathed in, tasting the stale air as the air recyclers kicked in with a low hum. He glanced around his cocoon, his head and neck locked in position, his eyes sweeping over his arms and legs, immobile,

I lay down and dream of you, and the times that we will share, I think of the sea that separates us, but I don't really care. For love transcends all obstacles, physical and in your mind, So take my hand, let's both leave our troubles far behind. Video games and movies watched and board games played with soldiers, Restless nights spent on the couch with your head leant on my shoulder. Hours in the kitchen making pizza, bread and cake, I want to stay with you some more so I'll force myself awake.

I wish I could cross the distance With the blink of my eyes. I wish I could meet you again Before we say our goodbyes. I thank my lucky stars each night For the fact that I'm in love. An eternity spent with you just Wouldn't be enough.