[She's not ashamed to be crying - the only thing making her feel vaguely uncomfortable about it is that her mask isn't on and the tears are cold on her face. As Garrus stands, though, she wonders for a split-second, that part of her that speaks with her father's voice, if this isn't a moment of selfishness she shouldn't be succumbing to.

She can't help that part of her any more than she can help the crying, and as she leans against Garrus, his arm comfortingly solid around her, she feels as though she's about to be ripped apart by it all, and this turian, her friend, might just be all that's holding her together.

There are a few moments - maybe thirty seconds, maybe thirty minutes; time runs away from her - where she sobs against him, each heaving breath like slowly leaching away poison one shallow cut at a time. When they fade away to only deep breaths and sniffling, all she feels is the pain, sharp like something physical. It's not so much grief anymore, it's...]

Auntie... Admiral Raan told me fighting for the homeworld was the only way my father could show he cared. I think I spent more time with her than with him. And now they both...

[The pain is betrayal. In different ways, different means, but it's betrayal.]

I'm sorry, you probably don't want to hear this. [She mutters it, voice rough.]