The platform was eerily quiet. The floating shadows of the
Reapers darkened the stars that hung around the Citadel while Earth burned
below. I contemplated my choices, feeling again the sinking dread in my
stomach. None of the three options given to me would be enough. With the entire
future of the galaxy riding on my decision, I couldn’t bring myself to pick any
of the choices the Catalyst presented me with. None were good enough for the
sacrifices made by my friends. My team. Here, at the end of our journey, I was
faced not with victory, but with discouragement.