this was my destiny, and in it was the voyage of my longing (смешанная)

It was never meant to end like this, with ice instead of fire, an empty casket, Joker’s fists, Garrus’ turned back, Liara’s cold eyes, dog tags in the snow and so much more loss than gain, less pilgrimage more grounding, halting, a group rebuilt out of resentment and grief.
(Post Mass Effect 1, Pre Mass Effect 2, a brief examination into the way I think each of the main members of the normandy crew would deal with their grief over Shepard dying.)