Persephone wrote...
This is a beautiful, understamdable sentiment.
While I DO care about the cycle being broken in the long run, I understand how being attached and invested in the galaxy as it was presented throughout the trilogy leaves you embittered, saddened and disappointed. Loghain says "The currency of war is life. You pay it and hope that the outcome is worthwhile." Now what defines worthwhile varies from person to person. I went into ME3 knowing that a happy ending was unlikely. I did not even want one. And ME3 delivered on the sacrifice, emotional breakdown and tragedy front. I do miss that...glimmer of hope sometimes though. The confirmation that seeing Shepard going through hell meant a better life for those he/she was trying so hard to protect. Now, I appreciate realistic outcomes, hence me not wanting a fluffy ending negating all the anguish that came before.
I am torn. Torn between the battle scarred, bittersweet outcome I was hoping for and did not get and the desire to see just what these endings meant exactly. Maybe Bioware's content initiatives will shed light on that, I don't know. All I know is that, after finishing ME3 again tonight... I am sitting here, tears still streaming down my face as I think of those final hours on earth, all those sacrifices by people Shepard cared about....and then...a vacuum. I could fill it with my own interpretation and I often do. But now, as I think of Shepard saying Goodbye to Kaidan and her remembering Thane, Mordin, Legion and all the psychological anguish she went through,,,, I feel disheartened. Saddened. I also feel amazed at a game affecting me emotionally on such a level. It hasn't happened before, I will admit that. Not even Gabriel Knight II or DAII (Shush!) got to me like this.
What lies in store now? Only Bioware knows that at this point. I do not want retcons or blue babies. I do want my efforts to mean something to those Shepard held dear though. In my heart of hearts I want this. I feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that Liah Shepard's sacrifice preserved something. Anything worth living for. But the idea that nobody she cared about made it out alive of that hellhole of a war sure is a thorn in my sentimental heart. At the end of the day, pragmatism and logic carry a lot of weight. Yet, as a human being, I cannot help but agonize over all of these losses, efforts and triumphs fading into oblivion because....why? Because life sucks and that's how it is?
Concluding I'll quote a fave book of mine, Margaret George's "The Memoir's Of Cleopatra":
"You must bear losses like a soldier, bravely and without complaint. And just when the day seems lost, grab your shield for another stand, another thrust forward. THAT is the juncture separating heroes from the merely strong." (Gaius Julius Caesar)
My Shepard's motto, plain and simple. I just hope that that last stand, that final thrust forward meant...something. Anything.
Thats the thing, where "blue babies" would be nice for one of the many possible outcomes we should have gotten, what is more important is the difference between if the universe has been ripped apart after removing all choice from the equation. I personally dont care far into the future as i have been given no reason to, up until recently this may have well been the last mass effect game. In my eyes, what does it matter if 10k years in the future spaceflight is a myth? I would like to know what has happened to those that we've been forced (in a good way) to draw an emotional connection with.
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