[There's nothing shameful about being vulnerable to some ability you can't possibly defend against. He gets why Shepard wouldn't mind Corvo talking. What Garrus doesn't get is why Attano's admitting what he did. Of course Shepard beat the shit out of Attano. He'd just taken over her body.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
There's a line and you don't cross it by taking over someone's body, for fuck's sake! Not when it's not some sort of emergency. Not when a whole bunch of lives aren't hanging in the balance.
[ there's something to facing the fact you're a dog without a chain, and that if anyone had any decency, they'd put you down.
Not yet, is really, the only thing he cares about. When it's over ( it will never be over ), then Vakarian can have him, if that's what is demanded. ]
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
I know, and I know them.
from: attano.corvo@cdc.org
It's no excuse, but I just misunderstood my commands. I thought I was meant to use what tools were available and to the best of my ability.
[ That's not -- all of it, but it's the one he was keeping publicly, hardly wants to admit that he's more scared of losing control around people he cares for and respects.
Bad enough Shepard knows he worries or thinks of her at all. ]
Or no, he just has Charizard with him which, while avoiding the tight spaces of the station, makes looking for something "big and green" is easier than it would be wandering around below. Quicker, that is.
It makes for flashier landings too, wings spread out and Charizard above before dipping down once the side with Garrus has been found. Red calls with a quick ] Hey! [ from in the air, before feet touch the ground and Charizard turns them, saving Red the trouble when he jumps off. (who knows what gravity or non-gravity is like here??? let us not ask questions) ]
A maze? [ Why a maze. Why here. ] Did you go in?
[ Not a totally serious question. Unless Garrus did. ]
[That is such a grin. There's some thought that's made Luke happy and Garrus has no clue what it is, but that's all right. Especially when there are other things he has no clue on, like what Luke is trying to clarify.]
So luck... moves rocks.
[It's not accurate and he knows it. But he's not sure how to ask any questions that won't sound absolutely stupid. He shakes his head.]
I'm sorry. Not following you at all. I mean, yeah. Okay. Luck can come into how you block fire. So that's unfamiliar, but I'll take it. The other... I'm still stuck on the rock. I don't think, or I don't wanna think, that there's a chance gravity's just gonna stop working, and that's what luck implies with floating rocks. I think.
Hmm. I don't think I'm explaining this very well. [But he's still grinning ear-to-ear; it doesn't matter if he falls down, this is practice for something in the future. The Force is in everything. That's why he keeps having to explain the Force to the people here.]
The Force can do different things based on what you ask of it. For example... I can use my lightsaber to block, and to strike, but it's still the same lightsaber even if it does different things. [He looks over to at Garrus with that same grin, though it's a bit pleading.] Does that make sense? The part of the Force that guides my hand is doing something different from the part that moves the rock, but it's all connected.
[The good news is that Garrus' fumbling around at least isn't bothering Luke. Is this maybe reminding the guy of something back home? Is he used to questions? ...Probably not the latter, as otherwise Garrus might understand by now.]
All right. So there's... the part that lets you do stuff because you're alive, and there's the part that tells you what to do to stay alive?
[Not like he'd shot to kill. Even with the invitation Garrus had been careful and aimed to minimize injury.]
And you choose what you want it to do. If you're focusing on messing with moving stuff, you're not asking it to warn you if someone's coming up behind you with a machete?
[...Garrus should have guessed. Charizard had tried to carry him once, after all. He just doesn't really think about flying when things come down to it. The entrance is a little dramatic, but Garrus can't blame the kid. If you've got a dragon, why not be flashy?]
Yep. Went in with a friend, checked it out. There's nothing creepy or dangerous in it, just a maze. But it makes a good landmark.
[Much easier than trying to describe one of the houses that match each other, or the stores that Red might not have seen all of yet.]
So. Wanna head to look at the shops or the houses first?Is it food or sleep you're after?
Sort of, yeah. [His expression brightens (more) as he sees Garrus is cottoning on.] The Force is big, and it's everywhere, all the time. The meditation is to train me to listen to it, above all the other noise of life. If someone really was coming up behind me with a machete, it would try to warn me, and if I'd trained enough, I'd be able to hear it.
[It's obviously more complex than he's making it out to be, and even now he wonders if he's underselling the principles. But it's a learning experience, so he'll do his best and try to be patient.]
So it does stuff without you asking it to, too. Is... Is it alive? Sorta? ...That's a stupid question. Forget I asked that.
[Luke's calling it the force, and he'd said natural energy. It's not going to be alive. Maybe this is another time when Garrus should stop trying to understand and take things as they're presented, like with the Fade and Roxas' world.]
All right. So you meditate, a lot, and because of that you can hear things that other people can't, because of the Force. And you can block stuff. This something you can teach people, or is it just for people from your universe?
It's not a stupid question. [Luke smiles, and his voice is fond and reassuring. Why would it be a stupid question?] I don't think it's alive, because that would mean... that it can die. I think of it as possibilities, potential, that sort of thing. So, of course, the potential possibilities that matter more to me are the ones that I hear.
[Luke considers the question.] The Force is strong in my family. We have natural skill with it. Other people... it's a very rare skill; I don't know if it exists outside my universe or not. I'd like to think it does, but I haven't seen anyone with it here.
[The possibilities are endless, after all, but the Force is grander, larger, truly infinite.]
[Done cleaning, Garrus starts tidying up his tools. The cloth is folded, the brush neatly tucked away, everything put in order for the next time he uses them. His voice is conversational and calm.]
You don't associate pokemon with those criminals. You associate pokemon with how you use them, yeah? And unless you suddenly change, you're not gonna be running around committing crimes with your gun. Though I'm warning you now.
[Garrus' voice changes, becomes amused.]
I hear about you holding up some... I don't know, noodle shop, with a gun, I'm coming to find you. Fold the cloth up when you're done, and we'll get started on putting the gun back together.
[He starts already, taking the first step nice and slow so Red can follow along.]
[ The real question is, is there a way not to be flashy when you're riding a dragon? Exactly. The maze at Garrus's back gets a quick look over once more, and then Red returns his focus back on the turian. ]
Food's more important. We can sleep outside if we have to. [ Said like it's absolutely not a big deal. ] Won't the people living here already be using the houses?
[ Despite himself and the ears ready to hear something serious being said, he scoffs at what comes (though, holding up a noodle shop is still a serious offence). But it's true what Garrus says, Red supposes, though not every association previously connected can be taken apart and reassembled so quickly.
Not, either, when the use of the weapon will very much be the same (different motives, but still-). Red picks up the pieces with a murmur and hurries over to Garrus's side, rearranging the pieces in his hands into a more comfortable hold. ]
You like noodles? [ By eye, he's already trying to guess the way everything goes back into place, but it's all metallic and hard and foreign in his palms. ] We can get some when we're done.
[ Just like it's a normal day, like any other day. ]
Got a turian dish, bit like tacos, from what I understand, except you've got your wrap and then a bunch of things (most of them meat) that you can mix and match to fill it. Always considered that fun.
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