James had been the one to name it. November seventh, “N7 day,” for the men and women who had given up any hope of a civilian life to become the elite.
He’d presented the idea to Shepard, who’d given him a rare smile in return. “N7 day,” she’d repeated, a thoughtful look in her eyes. The Alliance would never think to honour their elites though. It wouldn’t ever be something official.
But it was a nice thought.