I did warn you about the length.
The boy—the Catalyst, Matt corrected himself—watched him silently with transparent eyes, as if he were waiting. Christ, it actually meant to let him make this choice. Pain fled to be replaced by a numb horror. It was one thing to choose to sacrifice the Destiny Ascension or to destroy the Collector Base. Those had been tactical calculations of risk versus reward. This was deciding the fate of all life everywhere. No one person should ever make that call.
“If you do not choose, the battle will continue. All you love will perish. She will perish."
Miranda. No. He had already lost too many. Tali. Mordin. Thane. Legion. He wouldn't lose her as well. She was all he had left. "I can still save her, right?"
"If you choose now."
No getting out of it then. He looked to his right. A few shots at the tubing were all it would take to destroy the Reapers once and for all. This war that had consumed him, that had pushed out his art and nearly pushed out Miranda, would at last be over. He would come back to her and honor his promise. They would build a life together. He would paint her as she deserved. Just a few shots.
And the destruction of all synthetic life. No more EDI. No more geth. Matt inhaled, and fire spread through his chest. "Shepard-Commander, I must go to them.“ To destroy the geth now, just as awareness was beginning to dawn, would be genocide. The Butcher of Torfan would be a butcher in truth. And EDI, who was falling in love for the first time and to whom Matt owed his life for thousands times over. Gone with no more effort than it took to squeeze the trigger. No, Anderson had been wrong. Destroying the Reapers was not the way.
His eyes fell on the device the Illusive Man had planned to use to control the Reapers. There was power there, if the Catalyst was right. But it was the power of a lonely god cut off from all human concern. Miranda's voice echoed in his head. "I told myself that I was doing it for humanity, but installing that chip would have allowed me to control you the way Father wanted to control me. What a bloody hypocrite I was.” And domination wasn’t the answer here either, was it? He was an ordinary man. The Reapers might rebel against him before he even started. Or he might go as mad with power as Henry Lawson.
“There is another way, you know."
"I know," Matt whispered. He had done his best to avoid looking at the green light when he arrived, but now it filled his vision. “Turn us all into some kind of hybrid.”
"It will bring peace between synthetics and organics. We will become more like you, and organics will become more like us. Our strength will be wedded to your empathy. The cycle will come to an end. My purpose will be complete.” The Catalyst’s voice was sad. “My tools, my children will be free. It is the only way to create harmony from chaos. Creator and created are too opposed. If left unchecked, all life everywhere would be destroyed. You saw it yourself on Rannoch.”
“Damn you. Damn your cycles.” He took a halting step forward, and a knifelike pain radiated up his leg, as if his own body was begging him to stop. "Haven't I done enough? I've been the galaxy’s errand boy since I was eighteen. Now you want me to die, too?”
"All that you are will be absorbed and sent out.” The Catalyst cocked its transparent head to one side. "What do you think she would do?"
"Don't bring Miranda into this," Matt ground out. But he knew what Miranda—Miranda who put her life on the line to save humanity a dozen times over, Miranda who had an idealism he could never hope to match—would do. She would sacrifice her own life and happiness rather than commit genocide. And that, in the end, was why Matt dragged himself to the edge of the platform and jumped.
Green light enveloped him. There was no pain. Indeed, there seemed to be no physical sensation at all. He had been reduced to memory and thought alone. And those memories were racing past like currents of electricity.
He sketched Miranda with quick, clean lines. No wasted effort, just like the woman herself. Miranda fidgeted in her chair. This was the first time she has sat for him, his reward for particularly wide singularity field. But he found he scarcely needed her as a model. She had been burned into his mind long ago.
The Alliance recruiter’s eyes glittered with undisguised greed. "The Alliance would be willing to overlook your, ah, brush with the law in exchange for service. Ten years in prison, or ten years of service. Your choice, Mr. Shepherd."
“Miranda, things are never going to be easy for us, but I’ll always want you in my life." For the smallest fraction of a moment, he could see the disbelief and joy on her face. He watched her with the disbelief of his own. Didn't she know by now that he wasn't going anywhere?
Miranda stood over Henry's corpse. Her face was covered in bruises, but she had never looked so beautiful. A goddess, an avenging angel meting out the justice he could not. Sanctuary would be nothing more than a memory now, thanks to her. And she had given him Cerberus.
The holographic Miranda’s fingers hovered over his cheek. "Finish this, Matt, and find me."
He would break that promise. The one thing he wanted was the one thing he could not have. He would be immortalized in art the way he had once sought to immortalize others. He would be called a savior, a redeemer. In a thousand years, somebody would probably start a religion with him as God. But Miranda was lost to him.
"Is she?" The Catalyst's voice echoed around him. "I said you would be absorbed. I never said you would die. You have a chance to find her, and she has a chance to save you. Let us see if you take it."
Matt blacked out before he could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean.