Harry felt his soul be ripped from the afterlife once more at the beck and call of the Ressurection Stone, standing in the middle of the ship, Harry spotted his great grandchildren staring at him expectantly

"Hello Jane, John."

"Hello Granpa Harry." the twins chorused back before staring at each other in concern

"You called me here for more than just a talk I assume?" Harry asked, after all, they had done this before. John, after murdering surrendering Battarians at Torfan had called him from the afterlife the first time since they were children, filled with regret and asking about the afterlife, hoping the men and women he sacrificed could find peace in the afterlife.

Jane had killed him after that, her entire squad being wiped out by a Thresher Maw, whatever that was.

"On Virmire, we had to make a choice." Jane said, looking at her brother for support "We had to leave a squadmate and a friend of ours, Tali with the Kirrahe and the other Salarians as we went back to make sure the bomb went off."