And you presume the next place we're asked to annihilate will have individuals of enough technological level to understand? Or simply those more devious?
[ She finds the logic flawed. Then again, she supposes she would. Her own world and her experiences are much less broad than what Garrus has run into over the years. ]
[ Hanbei too. Baku. It's the same for him though. Shinji and Sharon are still around from his first rover.
He raises his eyebrows, as if considering the question, then shakes his head with a slight shrug, his tone almost apologetic. ]
I don't know. Just thinking out loud, I guess. [ He finally takes a drink from the glass in front of him. It's not going anywhere. He'd come around here just with the intention to check on Garrus and talk, but now he's soured his own mood. ]
[ It never occurs to Pilot that he could not practice. It's what is expected of him, after all. If he fails because he was too busy with his own pursuits, the fault lies with him. ]
This seems like it will be fine for now.
[ He breaths in, out, starts to line up another target. ]
[ D'Artagnan pauses, his eyebrow lifting at the initial question. Mention Garrus by name? No, of course he hadn't. He said he'd been told, but not by who. Of course, Warriorhead had worked it out anyway - but d'Artagnan doesn't know that. Garrus' name hadn't been spoken by either of them.
He doesn't have time to answer, though. Garrus goes on, and...
Well. ]
So Mothership is angry with you.
[ That seems like the bottom line. Warriorhead had been angry. Mothership had been angry. And now Garrus' cuff has been turned off. He can understand why the Turian's mood is low. D'Artagnan runs his hand through his hair, before shaking his head. ]
I didn't say who told me. I didn't know Armada was with her, though. [ He glances up, his expression a little worried, because if Garrus hadn't been supposed to share that message, he's just shared it again now. ] I won't tell anyone, don't worry. I'm glad he's safe.
Armada is their friend, Garrus. That much is clear. Warriorhead told me to ask Armada when he returned. You should do that, too.
[ Sit -- Red will sit, somewhere, right where he is if all there is is ground. That doesn't bother him, and when he does he's still carrying that something heavy in him. Harder now to act so casual or act at all as anything but the boy he is. Breathing, allowing the time granted to continue to try and steady his emotions through his breathing.
Red doesn't actually expect to be waited on to copy - but he will as soon as he realises, fumbling some for the slide lock that allows separation with a weapon than feels stronger than his own hands (how come? aren't they meant to be in a simulation room now...?). ]
So there's a limit to your love for me, that's what you're saying.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I'm not lost. I'm in Home Depot. They've got a lot of wiring here. Could be pretty damn handy. You ever wanted your own personalized bomb? Could even make it explode in purple.
We don't know what happened to this city. We don't know what took out all the people, and there had to have been people because there are lights on. Damn straight I'm making bombs.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
If you find the glitter and promise never to detonate it anywhere in my vicinity.
[He shouldn't push. Sebastian is doubtlessly dancing around the topic and name for a reason, not wanting to give too much or show his hand. Garrus can't blame him for that. He can, however, take a chance, make a try of asking the question. If Sebastian defers again, he'll take it as a sign that he won't get an answer, period.]
And you're implying they only want a small portion, which... Yeah. Ties into what Dagger's said before. More survived than were supposed to.
[A few people would be easier to manipulate and manage.]
[There's the faintest bit of dryness to the comment, and he follows it up with a drink.]
Can't really guarantee that anyone'll stay. But for those that do, we'll keep being Green. Keep being the protection, as best we can. Just wish...
[He shakes his head.]
Wish that we'd stop taking the losses. That Xion had given anyone a head's up when leaving camp to do whatever it was that had her run into something too strong for her. Gather plants? Animals? Either way, we might benefit from a stronger buddy system. Or something. I don't know. Talking after a few beers here.
[He's not surprised that Red's surprised. People who haven't handled weapons before... Well, it makes sense.]
This isn't a rake or a shovel. This isn't a wrench, or a tool that has a civilian application. A gun is designed to kill. There's no hiding its purpose and there's no other use. When you pull out a pair of scissors, you're often not intending harm. But when you pull out a gun, you're ready to hurt someone or something. You have to respect the weapon, and respect the intent behind its use.
[The disassembly is nearing completion, and Garrus starts laying out the parts.]
[There's something very satisfying about having a student who will do the work, and who is interested with learning one step at a time instead of needing multiple tasks to keep them interested.]
In the meantime, I'll be back here. If you need corrections, speak up, but otherwise, you seem to be handling it.
Pattern seems to be that you get more advanced as missions go on. I could be wrong. But I'd bet on them at least having the wheel, possibly electricity. Which means they'd get the fact that some pieces are needed to make other things work.
[Educated guesses don't always pan out, here, and he's only got two worlds to go by. But Garrus is at least rather certain they won't be dealing with someone of a lower development level of the neraki.]
Concern where it was odd to be given. Nothing more.
[ It's more of an answer than Garrus probably expects, but it's also clear why Sebastian is willing to give it. It doesn't exactly say much about what it was that made Sebastian suspicious nor who it came from. In fact, from anyone else, it would sound particularly paranoid, but with Sebastian's personality, he at least gives the impression that he wouldn't speak of it at all unless he was more certain. ]
[He figures he gets the worry. But at this point, he doesn't care if Mothership gets more angry. He's already been through torture with the cuffs for no reason and he had little patience for games to start with. There are far better topics, though. Mothership doesn't deserve his time or his focus.]
Ask Armada what? About the cuffs? About something else?
[If Sebastian was bringing it up, it was more, but Garrus wasn't going to get anything else from this. Should the thing turn out serious, maybe he'll get the whole story. Otherwise there isn't a point in pursuing the matter.]
[ About why they fought. He'd asked, and Warriorhead had been unwilling to say. It had been enough for d'Artagnan to know there was something important he was missing, but he's under the impression that they're brothers. He doesn't even come close to guessing at the truth. ]
I will. When he comes back.
[ Because he has to come back. The CDC wouldn't just allow one of their own to die. ]
Know what happened. But it's personal, and not mine to tell.
[Noh-Varr hadn't asked for secrecy, but it's a private matter. Of sorts. Sure, it had taken their lead away for far too long already, but there's grey territory here he doesn't want to tread into.]
If he... If something happens and he doesn't... I'll explain. Still planning on him being back, though.
[ The edge disappears out of his smile with ease as they shift away from such a conversation, and Sebastian simply shakes his head lightly. ]
No, I believe that will do it for now. I would not wish to ask you more without a fuller sense of the answers I am pursuing...
[ So it seems he does have questions, though that's not surprising in itself. Going digging even a little into the mysteries of the CDC would do that rather naturally. ]
But later, I am sure. Once I do a bit more research, I am sure things will come together.
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