End or start of "Sorry Joker..." - the last thought that went through my head before I took the shot. Fuck synthesis, fuck control! Reapers need to be destroyed, and let it be the last thing I do in this life, but other options are simply unacceptable. The glass capsule exploded and a red flash blinded me. The floor trembled underfoot and tilted, unable to stand, I slipped across the smooth surface of the Citadel and fell into outer space, again...