Behold, a triumph of logic: The truth of all natural lives is that in the end we are much as we began. At both extremes of age we are helpless, totally dependent on others for aid, sustenance, and safety. Critical minded people see this pattern repeated in all things human. In love, in friendships, and in the struggle of humanity against the threat of greater powers. Only through effort and accomplishment can this loop become an open circle, one that gives long after it should have closed. A victorious elder exchanges the kindness of others for a glimpse of the dignity and grace that younger generations will carry with them their entire lives. And by taking this brave example to heart, the lives of the younger individuals becomes all the larger. Both parties grow as people.
With that as a given, there could be no more clear expression of Mass Effect 3's completion as a human endeavor than to end up, not meeting the volus we met early in Mass Effect 1, but by becoming that volus. Not physically, of course. Instead it must be Shepard that is locked in a steel suit (perhaps... the steel suit of duty?), unable to touch or feel the world around him. And it must be the volus that we free, there on the Citadel. All of this shows us that if Mass Effect 3 is to have even a scrap of grace or a shred of dignity, then it must end in asphixiating molerat men dying naked of pressure hemorrhages.
There can be... no other way.
Modifié par RinpocheSchnozberry, 28 juillet 2011 - 11:39 .