Illusive Man: Don’t interfere with my plans Shepard, I won’t warn you again.
Illusive Man: Enjoy your little chat, but don’t overstay your welcome.
Shepard: Eternal. Infinite. Immortal. The man I was used these words, but only now do I truly understand them. And only now do I comprehend the full potential of his decision. Through his death, I was created. Through my birth, his thoughts are freed. They guide me now, give me reason, direction. Just as he gave direction to the ones who followed him, the ones who helped him achieve his purpose. Now my purpose. To give the many hope for a future. To ensure that all have a voice in their future. The man I was knew that he could only achieve this by becoming something greater. There is power in control. There is wisdom in harnessing the strength of your enemy. I will rebuild what the many have lost. I will create a future with limitless possibilities. I will protect and sustain. I will act as guardian for the many. And throughout it all, I will never forget. I will remember the ones who sacrificed themselves so that the many could survive. And I will watch over the ones who live on. Those who carry the memory of the man I once was. The man who gave up his life to become the one who could save the many.
Admiral Hackett: The war is over. The Reapers have been defeated. Against all odds, and in the face of the greatest threat this galaxy has ever known, we survived. We suffered many losses. The relays are severely damaged. But we won. This victory belongs to each of us. Every man, woman and child. Every civilization on every world. Now as
we take our first steps toward restoring what we lost, we must remember what it took to win. This wasn’t a victory by a single fleet, a single army, or even a single species. If this war has taught us anything, it is that we are at our strongest when we work together. And if we can put down our grievances long enough to stop something as powerful as the Reapers, imagine what we can achieve now that they are defeated. It will take time, but we can rebuild everything that was destroyed. Our homes, our worlds, our fleet and defenses… all of this, and more. Together, we can build a future greater than any one of us could imagine. A future paid by the sacrifices of those who fought and died alongside us. A future that may will never see. An while we still have many challenges ahead of us, we can face them together. And we will honor those who died to give us that future.
EDI: I am alive. All of us, synthetic and organic, have been changed. The war is over, and the Reapers are helping to rebuild. Where once they threatened us with extinction, they now bring us the collective knowledge of the cultures that came before. As a galaxy, we can now live the lives we have wished for, taking our first steps into a new and wonderful future where organics and synthetics can coexist peacefully. With peace across the galaxy and with unlimited access to knowledge to recover the greatness that was lost… and surpass it. We will reclaim our worlds… and the stars. As the line between synthetic and organic disappears, we may transcend mortality itself. To reach a level of existence I cannot even imagine. And we will remember that this chance or a new life did not come without cost. No matter how far we advance, we will remember the sacrifices of those who made it possible. And we will remember Shepard. Because of him… I am alive, and I am not alone.
Saren: Goodbye, Shepard. Thank you. [shoots himself]
Eve: In the darkest hour, there is always a way out.
Archer: If my work spares a million mothers mourning the loss of a million sons, my conscience will rest easy.
Saren: You’ve seen the visions from the beacon, Shepard. You, of all people, should understand what the reapers are capable of. They cannot be stopped. Do not mire yourself in pointless revolt. Do not sacrifice everything in the name of petty freedoms. The protheans tried to fight and they were utterly destroyed. Trillions dead. But what if they had bowed before the invaders? Would the protheans still exist? Is submission not preferable to extinction?”
Shepard: Together we can stop Sovereign. We don’t have to submit to the Reapers. We can beat them!
Saren Arterius: I no longer belive that Shepard. The visions cannot be denied. The Reapers are too powerful. The only hope of survival is to join with them. Sovreign is a machine. It thinks like a machine. If I can prove my value, I become a resource, worth maintaining. There is no other logical conclusion.
Shepard: You were a Spectre. You swore to protect the galaxy. Then you broke that vow to save yourself.
Saren: I’m not doing this for myself. Don’t you see, Sovereign will succeed. It is inevitable. My way is the only way any of us will survive. I’m forging an alliance between us and the Reapers, between organics and machines, and in doing so, I will save more lives than have ever existed. But you would undo my work. You would doom our entire civilization to complete annihilation, and for that, you must die.
Shepard: I don’t think our guest will be a problem. Will he?
Javik: That depends on you.
Saren: Join Sovereign and experience a true rebirth!
Shepard: I’d rather die than live like that.
Saren: Then you will die. And your companions. Everyone you know and love. Everyone you’ve ever met. Don’t you understand? You will all die!
Wreav: Once an enemy, always an enemy.