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Some legends last a lifetime. History will ne’er forget the SHEPARD, but they will forget the Illusive Man. An old, nearly foreign feeling shrouds his with’red, black heart. Jealousy. Envy. He didn’t have Shepard’s fire. Her glory. Her prowess. Her POWER. Selfish man wants it A L L for himself. Not once does he say this, but the look in his eyes speaks in volumes. The way he stares leaves a chilling impression. He hopes that he leaves a stain on her soul.
During every encounter, he watches her like a hawk. The steady nod of his head. The omniscient stare. Such a look matches that of Gods of years old watching from Mt. Olympus. & like a loyal parishioner, she follows. She follows for his decree aimed towards humanity’s progress. For salvation at any cost. The more she follows, the less she believes.
Still, Shepard finds herself tethered to the Illusive Man. He’s nameless – a black hole that threatens to suck her in. Maybe that’s why she stayed for the Suicide Mission. To stay in an attempt to pry off his mask. So, she stays longer & time falls from in-between her fingers. Little grains of sand all but slipping away. Now, she sees him for what he really is.
A M O N S T E R.
Moral acts of indignation rip him to shreds. Gone is Jack Harper, the man she ne’er knew. The marks of indoctrination sully his flesh, real & tangible. She wonders what they must feel like – these fresh scars. They resemble ribbons of ink, swirling with a supernova glow. In her wounded hero’s state, she frowns. She’s got thick skin & an elastic heart. She’ll bounce back, but he won’t. It’s a showdown when he circles her, when he shoots Anderson so mercilessly.
This is madness, this is blindness.
’ You don’t understand, ’ he whispers with the gun pressed into her temple. He caresses her neck where his diamonds could have rested. She flashes a glare that SCREAMS: ’ You will remember me for CENTURIES. ’ With a chortle, he hums. The song of Old Machines. The Reapers’ jarring tune. She’ll grip his heart with a bullet & as his eyes devour Earth once more, he’ll realize—
—He could have LOVED her.