[Shepard gives that idea it's due consideration. True, what he said, there were people, and things, that could get into your head like that. An Asari could do it, if one were skilled and powerful enough. A Rachni, maybe. Reapers, and their like; she had no trouble remembering the cold grasp of the Leviathans, like a black-out shroud on all perception.

This didn't feel the same, but with a sample-size of one, what the hell did Shepard know about it?]

That would be a lot worse. [She seems pretty confident in that.] Almost hate to say it, but I'd rather be dead.

[Because if the Reapers, or indeed anyone else, can get her, then they can get everything else. Not that she's bitter. She said to herself, bitterly.]

Ugh, this whole thing is such bullshit. I was supposed to be done.