2186 C.E. — Citadel Station
Shepard wrestled with her Emotions once again, as she took her morning jog through the secluded corridors of their Wards. She was wracked by guilt over destroying the Genophage cure, and even more so about the loss of Grunt and his squadron. But this is war, and sacrifices had to be made.
At least that’s what she retained Telling herself.
She was deep in thought she did not even see The form, or the blur of red lunging from a street that is nearby. The final thing Shepard recalled was the floor rushing up to meet her.
