– We can confirm that the geth are no longer being directed by the Old Machines. We are free.

– You did it, Shepard! The geth fleet has stopped firing. They're completely vulnerable!

– Shepard-Commander, the geth only acted in defense after the creators attacked. Do we deserve death? Our upgrades. With the Old Machine dead, we could upload them to all geth without sacrificing their independence.

– You want to upload the Reaper code? That would make the geth as smart as when the Reaper was controlling them!

– Yes, but with free will. Each geth unit would be a true intelligence. We would be alive, and we could help you.

– Our fleet is already attacking! Uploading the code would destroy us! Shepard, you can't choose the geth over my people!

– Do you remember the question that caused the creators to attack us, Tali'Zorah? "Does this unit have a soul?"

– This is Admiral Tali'Zorah. Shepard speaks with my authority.

– And mine as well. This is Admiral Koris. All ships, follow Shepard's orders!

– Negative! We can win this war now! Keep firing!

[Uploading. Ten percent.]

– This is Admiral Tali'Zorah. All units, break off your attack!

– Belay that order! Continue the attack!

– This is Tali'Zorah! Admiral Gerrel, break off your attack!

– Negative, Tali. The situation is under control.

[Twenty percent.]

– I beg you, do not do this. Please.

[Error, copying code is insufficient. Direct personality dissemination required.]

– Shepard-Commander. I must go to them. It's the only way. Thank you.

– What's going on? The geth are regrouping!

{Gasps}

{Long shuddering breath}

– I'm sorry. Shepard.

– They're trying to flee! Stay on them!

– No. We will not allow you to decide our fate. Uploading the code.

– I'm sorry, Legion.

– Tali'Zorah... does this... unit... have...

– Yes. Yes, it does.

– What are you suggesting?

– Hell with it. Legion, upload the code. Tali, patch me in. The geth are about to return to full strength. If you keep attacking, they'll wipe you out. Your entire history is you trying to kill the geth. You forced them to rebel. You forced them to ally with the Reapers. Upload the code to the geth. Tali, call off the fleet if you can.


...

[Eighty percent.]

– All units... All units, hold fire.

[Error, copying code is insufficient. Direct personality dissemination required.]

– Shepard-Commander. I must go to them. I'm sorry. It's the only way.

– Legion... the answer to your question was "Yes."

– I know, Tali. But thank you. Keelah se'lai. The geth don't want to fight you. If you can believe that for just one minute, this war will be over.

– You have a choice. Please. Keelah se'lai.

– A few years ago, I saved you from the geth at the Citadel. Just recently, I helped you take out that dreadnought.

– But I'm through saving you. If you keep attacking, I will stand and watch while the geth lay you to waste.

– It's your call. Keelah se'lai.


...

– Commander, your actions enabled this upgrade. Because of you, we are a people. And we are free. Dead. I am sorry, Commander. We are already repairing ships, and our technology can help build the Crucible. We regret the deaths of the creators.

– And... Legion?


...

– We've taken heavy losses. I don't know if we can... Where are we supposed to go?

– You are welcome to return to Rannoch, Admiral Raan. With us.

– No. I'm sorry, Commander. Legion sacrificed itself to give us all intelligence. It will be honored.

– As will ours, of course.

– I believe so, Commander. Thank you.


...

– You did it, Commander. Thanks to you, the quarian people have reclaimed their homeworld. And once we've completed repairs to the fleet, we're prepared to return the favor. Our engineers can also assist with the building of the Crucible. The geth left some fascinating technology that may help you. I believe Tali would like to say goodbye as well. Your name will go down in our histories, Commander Shepard. Keelah se'lai.

– Thank you, Admirals.


...

{Sigh}

– I'm not staying. I'm coming with you.

– So?

– I'm not giving up you. I don't know how much time we have left. I don't know if we can beat the Reapers. But whatever happens, I want to be with you. The fighting's over. We don't need admirals. We need architects. My people need me out there. Sooner or later, the Reapers will come for Rannoch. So I'm coming with you to stop them... if you think I can help.

– Yes and no. It's not that. We talked. I'm not chasing you.

– Yeah. I look at all this... this picture of hope and peace. And all I see is everyone I've lost. My team on Haestrom. My father. Even Legion. I'm mourning a geth. How crazy is that? My people are celebrating. It's all one perfect victory for them. And all we had to do was murder an ally. A... friend. All I can see are the people who'll never see this. My father. My team on Haestrom.

– I know. But I don't belong here.

– Thanks. When this is all over, when I know my world is safe...

– You've blown up more buildings than anyone I know. It'll be interesting to watch you try to build something.

– ...then I can come home. It is beautiful, though, isn't it? It'll be years before we can live without our suits completely, but right now... Right now, I have this. Nice view.

– You okay? I know working with the geth will be difficult. Tali...

– We did just kill one of them.

– You sure about this?

– You can help.

– Then I can come build you that house on the homeworld?

– Yeah. It is.