[Good question, she thinks. If she knew the answer, she might not be here - still standing on the deck of the Normandy, Thessia burning systems away behind her and Cerberus somewhere ahead. But that isn't a possibility she likes to think about, doesn't like to consider the fact that she'd been impatient and too eager to make up for a misstep and now here she was: between a rock and a hard place of her own making.

Shepard exhales, sharp.]

Look, I'm not the best person to talk to about this. [Let's admit that right off the bat.] But in my experience? You don't. You just keep going and it happens on its own.