I suppose there will be a lot of little krogan around soon.
Don’t.
Don’t start.
Don’t start ranting about your love for this ship.
Stop.
Don’t say anything.
Don’t mention how you sobbed during this entire encounter because they’re both still cracking jokes and imagining a future together even though they both know it’s the end.
Don’t start flailing at the mention of Turian-human babies and baby Krogans and Shepard and Garrus adopting.
Don’t think about their final words to one other. Don’t think of There’s no Shepard without Vakarian it would be an awfully empty galaxy without you you’ll never be alone meet me at the bar may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead I need more practice I don’t know what I’d do without you not because these people need you because I need you I just want something to go right just once there’s nobody in this galaxy I trust more than you —Don’t think about how these two bloody amazing people fought together, became best buddies and comrades in arm and started sleeping together because they trusted each other the most even though they weren’t from the same species and it became so much deeper but they’re still the best of friends and they have each other’s backs.
Don’t think about Shepard’s final moments and how she disobeyed his last order.
Don’t think about their intimacy and friendship and glorious and epic love and how it ended.
Don’t.
Don’t.
Oh, dammit, I’m tearing up again.
leave me to die
(via thefereldenturnip)
