Shepard is no less confused, looking up at him in rising alarm; he looked nothing less than unsettled. She watches him flail for a minute longer and quietly upgrades that to a panic response. What the hell?
"What do you mean, what is this?" It's not a joke, that's not Garrus' style. There's a tense, sharpened shaft of ice in her gut that won't thaw. Something is very wrong, here, "I don't remember anything like that."
She remembers that last moment, at the airlock, not even on the docks itself. That last long look, affirming... something. That he'd be okay, somehow. That they would see each other again, someday. And then the back of his head, and the crowd closing around him, and then...
...and then six months had come and gone, and she'd woken up here spitting wellwater and being told some bullshit about arcana that she hadn't half listened to.
"The last time I saw you before we came here, we were saying goodbye on the Citadel. I turned myself over to the Alliance, at Arcturus."
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Shepard is no less confused, looking up at him in rising alarm; he looked nothing less than unsettled. She watches him flail for a minute longer and quietly upgrades that to a panic response. What the hell?
"What do you mean, what is this?" It's not a joke, that's not Garrus' style. There's a tense, sharpened shaft of ice in her gut that won't thaw. Something is very wrong, here, "I don't remember anything like that."
She remembers that last moment, at the airlock, not even on the docks itself. That last long look, affirming... something. That he'd be okay, somehow. That they would see each other again, someday. And then the back of his head, and the crowd closing around him, and then...
...and then six months had come and gone, and she'd woken up here spitting wellwater and being told some bullshit about arcana that she hadn't half listened to.
"The last time I saw you before we came here, we were saying goodbye on the Citadel. I turned myself over to the Alliance, at Arcturus."