"2186," Shepard tells him, disquieted. She's not an expert in afterlives, really, but... She'd been insisting on this the whole time, because she didn't see how it could be otherwise; she was dead. The Crucible fired, and anything powerful enough to take out the Reapers would certainly have atomized one measly human body.

Then again, she'd have said that about atmospheric reentry and Alchera had made a mockery of that presumption too.

"Well let's just hope you're wrong, then. Because if somebody is bringing me back from the dead... again... I'm not really sure exactly what I'm gonna do about it."

But whatever it was, it wasn't going to be nice.