A moment of silence for what could have been with Thane’s romance. Imagine him getting a lung transplant from Mordin before Priority: Tuchanka, and Shepard insisting that she stay at Huerta even though her gut wrenches every time she thinks about the destruction the reapers are causing (which is still nothing compared to how she feels when she thinks about a future with no Thane in it).
Imagine him recuperating on the Normandy and being able to go and talk to him in the med bay after each mission; his dark yet warm eyes watching intently as he listens and tells Shepard did the right thing, or saying nothing and just holding Shepard whilst she cried for all of the lives that were lost, knowing that no words can comfort her but hoping that his arms around her offers some, if only a little.
Imagine him during the house-warming party, standing with Kolyat, still a little slow but tipsy on some horrible concoction that James mixed for him because hey, Lola’s family is his family, and Thane looking to Kolyat and then Shepard and smiling because he has a family again.
Imagine Thane and Shepard kissing briefly but frantically before she turns and runs towards the beam. He couldn’t be on the ground with her, but when Shepard called the Normandy in for a pickup right in front of Harbinger, he literally ran to the shuttle bay to see her in the hopes that it would not be the last time he did so.
Imagine Thane scooping Shepard’s broken and bloodied and barely breathing body up and taking her back to the Normandy, refusing offers from Garrus and Kaidan for them to carry her because no, he can do this. He must do this.
It was neither of our times, siha, and now we can spend the rest of our times together.