Also titled; in which Hawke rambles like she's relevant in this universe for 50 posts
Mass effect spoilerss, im on a crossover fix pls help
"It's funny, this feeling.
The others described it as a feeling of dread. Consuming anxiety. Something creeping somewhere beyond the edges of your vision. A rat, gnawing at your stomach. I think that was it, I'm still not good with these otherworlder expressions. You know what I mean, bad things, things that won't leave you alone.
When the world's about to end, these are all things you're expected to feel. These are things my rescuers said they felt, when they pulled me out of that cargo hold. These are things they felt when they saw that abomination, made of flesh and metal, the product of thousands of dead and processed humans.
The sight of that should have made me feel the same. The concept of such monsters isn't unheard of where I came from. Abominations, demons, mage-made constructs like flesh golems, I've seen them before, fought them, protected my friends from them. Lost loved ones to them.
Or, okay, a different approach; the Collectors. I've seen zombies before. These are no different. No less dangerous. Husks of a dead civilization, warped and twisted. Puppeteered by those who sought the destruction of the galaxy.