Not because the game isn't brilliant - barring the churning fetch quests, it absolutely is - but because I genuinely felt physically sick at the thought of it all coming to a close. Three games, over five years, into which I must have sunk around 130 hours of my life - tooling around the galaxy, romancing aliens, settling disputes ranging from squabbles to genocide, generally kicking all kinds of interstellar ass - and now the end was in sight. It meant no more Normandy. It meant no more rapping with crewmates about their neuroses. It meant no more living in space.
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