"It's a warzone, Private," It's a warzone here, too, but in a way so very different from where she's going. Shepard's an old soldier, in the ways she wasn't before, and she can't lie to herself, even as she offers Terezi a cavalier falshood, a bit of hope to ease the transition, "Nothing I can't handle."

She could easily die, going back to her world, her fight for Earth and the Galaxy it lives in. If she's honest, Shepard's looking forward to it; the physical aspect of death no longer gives her any hesitation, there's no fear to be found in the suffocating black, the dizziness of bleed-out, or shock, or starvation, or anything else.

What there is to fear now, is life. Immortality was never a curse, until Panem gave it to her. And where she's going, dead men do truly die. Paradise, in a way.

"I'm gonna be just fine."