Here's what the ending may have looked like
Starchild: Sleeper unto thee thoust bid, arise!
Shepard: Have at thee this flesh doth hold still true, yet doth not hold in purgatory. What thou dost behold before thine eye's plague thee. To amount to tales of the deceased and the damned for thou hast failed my mission? Yet ask thou must. What be this place is either may chance a heaven or hell?
Starchild: Heaven or hell maketh for fine title's for such dwellings such as one's humble own Citadel. Doth not thou'st home ill bear semblance or unto consequence of places for a weary souls eternal slumbering?
Shepard: Lord in heaven have thou come to thee in thy hour of most press'ed need?
Starchild: Have now, peace. For while thoust thread fray yet doth hold, you have unraveled the thread laid to be wound, arrive'd at this place where all who hath come before became undone, before this journey's end. Fray no more, in this place, for I am the mender of all things that do seem seamless to eye's untrained. A stitcher of stitch's one might make of one such as myself, but to the term Catalyst do one such as I prefer.
Shepard: No lord but of an angelic light do I recognise the glow of thoust radience that I suspect ye has been at rest next to an Eezo core, undressed, whilst engineers tax and test their prideful joy. Be it of no concern of mine. Thoust charge has thine realms of heaven and Earth overcast stays true in thoust mind. That ye may seek answers to live unshadowed yonder persecution of galaxy. That those who tear away all that is embraced may in turn be torn. Be that it may ye have light that will turn vengeful shadows head to tail?
Starchild: Speak not of preventing that which must not be prevented. To prevail in prevention was thine intent when thy, in wisdom beyond thoust own meager offering, unleashed this shadow thoust speak of, in ill term. Thoust stand's before the proud prince of a performance without peer. Look away to yonder homeworld and see! Not a cloud swirling without form and or direction but a ballet where, unto mine will, thoust ascension will soon be in hand. Pray thou prefer to be without offence in the manner of uplifting to the highest of pedestals?
Shepard: Would thoust uplift at all? I beg thee to what reason doth ye prevail?
Starchild: Would thou ask such questions if only thoust had seen truth that I have seen with thine eye's? Perhaps better to ask if one such as I would think to hear such a question if, hath spoken to from wiser lips,should thy entertain such infant curiousities! I say, upon thy word do I bid ye heed the answer that I will speak, unto thee as truth from before ye breached unto this mortal coil. This journey thou art upon is for the benefit of others than thy self, to prevent others than thy self, the falling into true darkness. Speak not of vengeful shadows. Tis a twilight before the coming sun for they art unto thou's salvation.
Shepard: What twilight would angels bring to this realm, that we as children would weep for the loss of fair sunshine?
Starchild: Speak not of sun, no wind, nor gentle trickle that comes from the river of life. For thoust lives hang by a thread that thoust, of own naked ambition, shall rend and shear and cut with but many hands. Do thou see my status as a maker of things? Would ye seek to stand higher than a stitcher and thread your lives, to life most foul and unclean that is less of life than a grotesque facsimile of life in thine own image? Upon such imagery lies the face of your demise. But to prevent that image from taking shape? That is thine self-appointed role in delivering you to a kinder, gentler, destination where you shall not want, but to bring further order to others in times to come . Seek the diverting of your whole flow to places where ye and thoust kin will no longer make or be unmade. This is your ascension.
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Work in Progress
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Whew. This is harder than I thought it would be. Fun though
Modifié par Redbelle, 21 juin 2012 - 09:19 .
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