[ Red doesn't ignore Garrus. When he lowers the boy meets him, but there's a struggle to find the best place to keep his gaze where they can stay still and not flicker away at the mention of death, to not lower again completely just so Red can keep his emotions in check and not tremble from how too defenceless the turian's gaze on him makes him feel.
It doesn't work. All of that happens, and Red head tips before Garrus even continues again. They're words he wants to fight against in the same way each reminder of the goals of the CDC still makes him want to scream and lash out, yet it's the implication that any of those creatures are useless if they were to be allowed to continue their lives that gnaws on him the most. They're not the only words, and the scene painted by Garrus of each life left suffering before the complete end is a reminder of the cruelty that will be inflicted on everyone on the planet, and by them.
A choice they don't have, but still those deaths will be on their hands.
It doesn't give him an answer, and there's a wait until Red speaks, his voice low. ]
If we let them live... even if we can't save this planet... is it really a waste? [ He shouldn't continue, but he can't stop himself, eyes set down on the curve of armour. ] That's still time... their life, on this planet. We can't save them, but...
[ Red turns his head away in the direction that won't show him anything but bark and dirt. The picture shows itself to him once more and he can't get it out; he's never known what happens at the end, only that it comes with the planet and everything no longer existing.
He doesn't want them to suffer, but he can't see the difference between a death now and a death later.
How was he going to keep everyone safe? ]
I won't get a choice one day... [ A day fast approaching in his mind. ] But how am I going to make it?
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It doesn't work. All of that happens, and Red head tips before Garrus even continues again. They're words he wants to fight against in the same way each reminder of the goals of the CDC still makes him want to scream and lash out, yet it's the implication that any of those creatures are useless if they were to be allowed to continue their lives that gnaws on him the most. They're not the only words, and the scene painted by Garrus of each life left suffering before the complete end is a reminder of the cruelty that will be inflicted on everyone on the planet, and by them.
A choice they don't have, but still those deaths will be on their hands.
It doesn't give him an answer, and there's a wait until Red speaks, his voice low. ]
If we let them live... even if we can't save this planet... is it really a waste? [ He shouldn't continue, but he can't stop himself, eyes set down on the curve of armour. ] That's still time... their life, on this planet. We can't save them, but...
[ Red turns his head away in the direction that won't show him anything but bark and dirt. The picture shows itself to him once more and he can't get it out; he's never known what happens at the end, only that it comes with the planet and everything no longer existing.
He doesn't want them to suffer, but he can't see the difference between a death now and a death later.
How was he going to keep everyone safe? ]
I won't get a choice one day... [ A day fast approaching in his mind. ] But how am I going to make it?