The Reapers are dead. And we killed them. Countless cycles of harvest and genocide, the Protheans and untold numbers of others before them— and we won. We inherit the galaxy, now.

[She's not as proud of it as she should be, but her voice is resolute, firm. For a minute, Shepard is the vision on all those recruitment posters, back in the day.]

We lost a lot to do it. But if it's any comfort at all, we were all marked for dead from the beginning. So technically we are way in the black on this one. My only real hope is that the Reaper Problem is limited to the Milky Way alone. Then again, I'm sure you'd have said something if you showed up in another Galaxy and stumbled across a Relay.

[You would have, right Ryder? Right? Right?]

But enough about Reapers, they've had more than their share. Tell me about Heleus.