Hackett’s words rung in Shepard’s head, loud and clear.
“I’m sorry to hear that. But we both know this is just the beginning.”
“Isn’t it at least worth a try?” Liara pleaded, twisting her fingers together in nervousness.
In a way, Shepard admired the innocence that Liara carried with her, especially for being alive for over a century. Liara, despite the terrible odds, always managed to see some silver lining, and right now, her optimism about a relatively unknown Prothean doomsday mechanism was something unprecedented, even for her.
Shepard leaned all of her weight against the circular terminal in the War Room. For a moment, she didn’t even process where she was. This was the same ship, the same Normandy she’d used to take down the Collectors, minus Cerberus. It was an Alliance ship now, and something about that made it feel like home. With Joker, and Kaidan, and Liara on board, it felt like the Normandy that had fought against all odds to take down Saren, and now, it felt like they had a fighting shot at doing it again.
Shepard reached to her neck, curling her fingers around her dog tags. She clutched at them so tightly that she could feel her own name pressed against her skin, and knew it would leave an impression. She shut her eyes for a moment, and took in a deep breath before nodding subtly.
“I’m going to go check on Kaidan,” she said, departing the room.
She felt Liara looking on in desperation, wishing Shepard could give her more of an answer than that, but she simply could’t. As close of friends as they were, she knew Liara didn’t know what was really running through her head. No top secret Shadow Broker information had access to her feelings, and there was no way of knowing the pure anxiety that coursed through her veins at the mere thought of what had happened on Mars.