Five years.

It has ended five years ago, but it feels as if it isn't over yet, every night the blast of Reaper screech rings through the nightmares, every morning cold sweat collects enough to drown in it, every day the body aches... evenings are peaceful though.

The Reaper War has cost the galaxy billions of casualties, when the celebrations died down after Reapers fell in the skies above Earth, came sorrow that still continues to this day. War changed everything, and it changed the people too. It changed Shepard.

'God, it fucking hurts...'

Every day it hurts, now that Jane is off battle stimulants, combat implants, pain suppressors, suddenly her human body began to feel the extent of tear it was put through, the damage, and suddenly Jane starts to pay notice to what has become of her. Tracing the scars in front of a mirror became a regular activity: burns, surgical cuts, slashes and much more, all now to the display that the armor is off.

Shepard runs her fingers along her cheek, along the scars left from Project Lazarus hiding behind the strands of red hair, they've healed, but didn't disappear... nothing disappeared, yet the famed Commander Shepard refuses plastic surgery. It won't go away, even if you hide behind new smooth skin.

The scars run deeper.

Jane is a soldier, she was born to be a soldier, yet now the war is over, but she still feels herself on the battlefield, even here, in this nice cozy home on Eden Prime that the Alliance got her.

Lazerfire.

Explosions.

Roar of engines.

Screaming.

SCREECH OF REAPERS.

It all comes back every day. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath -this isn't anything new-, puts her forehead against the cool glass, to calm down, convince herself that the battle is over, but it is never over.

The human who once inspired hope, unity, fighting now needs her own support to not drown in misery in this strange world - one without war.

Commander Shepard needs you.