Another reason not to choose Synthesis.
That's what they were once.... Madien, Mother and Matriarch
Strange, how the word Shepard echoed in a cacophony of a trillon souls as it traveled through flesh connecting them in ways they didn't understand
The endless hammering in their brains stopped. They could... Think.. They were.... Free
They would help rebuild... There was no one else on this world it meant the new borns were sure to perish unless something was done
They would give back to this world. The nanobots that had corrupted them began to create new possibilities from their husks, It was their decision if they chose
It was careful with its massive and lethal taloned hands as it brought the alien babe to its breast.
"Shepard" She managed to croon out. The only word that mattered enough to be spoken
"Shepard" Agreed her sisters....