Abraham_uk wrote...
Dear Jane
Sorry if my previous emails were angry. Being in a cell makes me very angry. I'll be joining your crew for taking down Cerberus. So I'm afraid that I'll be taking my rightfull place as your boss. Which means no more stupid decisions.
I heard that you managed to achieve Geth/Quarian peace?
You see if that were me, I would have just destroyed the Geth.
You kept the Rachni Queen alive too? The reaperised Rachni Queen?
You chose that colony that no one cares about over a Volus Bombing Fleet?
Your only good decision was beating up James Vega. That was awesome. Where did you learn to dance?
Do you remember the good old days when you used to be one of my squadmates?
I used to bring you on the team all the time. Just so that I could make jokes about the fact you're a ginger.
Sincerely
John
P.s: What the hell have you done to my Ashley! She looks wrong!
Dear John:
You always have to renegade it out. Well, you're the one who kept telling everyone that asked you're alliance, then cheered on Cerberus. I'm the one who decided Spectre was the way to go. Yeah, I do prefer galactic peace over a shotgun. I hope your scars are healing nicely. I promise when you get out and resume command, I won't throw the Spectre thing around too much. Just a bit. You know how it is.
Ginger, huh? At least I HAVE hair. What the hell is that grey thing on your head? It's ok if you spray it on to hide your early baldness. And who goes grey before 30, anyway?
I've known how to dance for forever. I'm the one who went vanguard. Speaking of which. Kind of given up on grenades. I figured out how to use my fist instead. Wait until you see what I can do these days.
Ok, don't be mad at me, but Garrus and I hooked up again. I know he's your friend and it's kind of weird, but he's mine too. And come on. He's Garrus. So I've got that going. Just thought I'd warn you so you wouldn't be weirded out.
Shep Sr.
PS: Oh, she does not look wrong. She's so much hotter in armor and you know it. Men.