Garrus Vakarian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
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vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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Really, it's all right, Xion. And Kakashi's good people. Wouldn't hurt to get to know him. I'm just glad to not have heard of any losses yet.
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... if you're sure.
FROM: xion@cdc.org
He seems like good people. It's nice... meeting other people it feels like maybe I can trust.
FROM: xion@cdc.org
Yeah, me too. At least it seems like we got through the drops alright.
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I'm sure. I promise.
[There's a delay before he sends the next message.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I didn't say to trust him, Xion. He's good. But... Trust is a thing to take your time with.
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FROM: xion@cdc.org
... I don't know what that means anymore. Can I trust you? Can I trust Guy? Can I even trust Roxas?
FROM: xion@cdc.org
... sorry. It's fine, you're right. I'll try to be careful.
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Roxas is your friend, and friendship is nothing without trust. I think you can and should trust Roxas. And I'm biased, but I'd also say you can trust me.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Greens should have some trust. We have to work as a team, and if you don't trust someone to have your back, that'll hinder you and them. And Guy seems nice, so I'd say don't distrust him.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Basically, caution in all things here. Sorry, Xion.
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No, it's okay. Please don't apologize. I know you're right. And ... I do think I can trust you, and Roxas, and Guy.
FROM: xion@cdc.org
It's just been hard. Much harder than any of the missions I ever went on back home.
FROM: xion@cdc.org
I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this.
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It's for the better that you don't. That you adapt to survive, but that you don't get 'used' to it. We're going to be killing these natives, Xion. I don't want any of mine used to that.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Able to handle it without breaking, yeah. Used to it, no.
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FROM: xion@cdc.org
..... you know, a boy showed me how to use my gun. I ... I know how to shoot people now.
FROM: xion@cdc.org
I...
FROM: xion@cdc.org
i don't know how to do this without breaking
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FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
It's not going to be easy, Xion. But you've got people to support you through it. You're not alone. You're not even alone when it comes to having trouble with this.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I've got your back. You can make it, and you can make it intact. Just lean on the people you have, and remember your world and your friends.
[As those they kill remember their world and their friends.]
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... my home ... my friends ...
[ Give her a moment to scrub at her face and reign in the quiet hiccups. ]
FROM: xion@cdc.org
Garrus ... could I see you?
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Yeah. I'm just outside of the camp, to the south-east. I'll be the large, grey, pointy guy in full armor, can't miss me.
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Okay. I'll see you soon.
[ She does take a few moments to calm her tears completely, though. It wouldn't do to have him see her crying.
.. large, grey, pointy guy, huh.
Once she's composed again she heads out. It takes her a couple minutes, as she wasn't that close by, but she finds him before too long. ... he's hard to miss. If his appearance gives her pause, it's only for a moment before she tries a weak smile and waves. ]
Garrus, right?
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Yep. And you're Xion?
[He doesn't need to ask. He reads the file of everyone he talks to and he's seen her picture. But she's young and her smile doesn't seem to fully be there, so he'll try to make her more comfortable.]
Come on over, have a seat.
[His voice is warm, subharmonics a barely there note underneath it.]
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[ Jeez, he seriously towers over her. If she wasn't already used to being so short compared to everyone else, it might be a little unnerving. And his voice... there's something about it she can't quite place, but the warmth is all she cares about. One corner of her mouth twitches up a little higher, and she takes a seat. ]
Thanks. For letting me come. I'm sorry I keep getting so upset about everything.
[ God, but she'd not be happy if she knew he'd read her file. Too much exposure. Too much vulnerability. ]
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[She's young. And surprisingly tiny.]
In my opinion it's better to feel than not. Once you stop feeling, you've lost a part of yourself. It'll help to not get quite as upset, but don't stop altogether. I mean that.
[There's a beat, and then he's resting a hand on her shoulder. "Living doll" or not, she still seems human enough that things like touch should translate and comfort. Or so he hopes.]
Besides. I've known people who when they got upset could tear a hole in a space station. I'm not too worried about this.
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What he says wins a smile, at least, though still a sad one, and she huffs out a little sigh at the hand on her shoulder. Comfort - being comforted - is still very, very new for her. It's strange but soothing at the same time. ]
... thanks, Garrus. I'll try. [ A beat, and she gives him a kind of curious look. ] ... you really know people who could tear holes in space stations?
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I know four who could. Two who would.
[After a second, he tilts his head. Talking more about them actually might be relevant, a little. Garrus' voice is fond as he continues.]
One of those two was created in a tank. This scientist wanted a perfect member of his species. Never gonna get that, no matter what you do, but he tried. Wound up making a friend of mine. Young, got emotional control issues sometimes, but fun. The other one's had a hell of a life, so sometimes in the past when she's gotten angry, she's gone a little... well. Drastic.
[Grunt and Jack, and he wouldn't trade them for anyone.]
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Xion breathes deep and tries to just listen. ]
And they're that strong, huh? [ She tilts her head back, watching Macha's strange new sky. ] Are they here?
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[He doesn't want more dragged here. It's difficult for many of their group to go from fighting Reapers who are destroying their worlds, to instead destroying them. Shepard is the perfect example of that.]
His name's Grunt. He chose it himself. Probably not the best decision he's ever made, but it's not the worst either.
[He misses the big dumb baby krogan. At least he knows that if Grunt is here, somewhere, he's having fun blowing up worlds instead of being plagued with moral dilemmas.]
Wherever he went after Selena, he's probably doing fine.
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[ She's not joking. The question is asked in total and complete innocence. ]
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No. Not a pirate. We went after some pirates. I serve on a space ship.
[Which, he realizes a moment after the words are out of his mouth, might not make sense to her.]
Star travel. Not a flying wooden boat, it's metal.
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I know what a spaceship is, Garrus.
[ And yet she assumed piracy before space travel. ]
Sorry. It just sounded familiar, I guess. I've met pirates before. Well, sort of. It feels like a long time ago, now.
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[He shrugs and ducks his head, a little self-conscious.]
Already forgetting we were just on the Neheda. Already seems so far away, but I've always preferred being on a spaceship to being planetside.
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It's okay. I don't blame you. So much has already happened, it's hard to believe we haven't been here longer. [ Tilting her head back, she gazes up at the sky, sighing through her nose. ]
What was it like, being up there all the time? It's so dark. I think I'd miss the sky.
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[His voice goes quiet, thoughtful.]
The sky is black, but everywhere you look, there's light. White, red, blue, yellow. Sometimes you go into nebula and there's a thousand colors there, all glowing. And then you're on the ship, too. Ships are never dark, never empty, never completely quiet. A good crew becomes family so you're never alone, either. You can get lost on a world. One face, blending into the crowd. It's never that way on a ship.
,
[Yeah, he might be slightly in love with serving on the Normandy.]
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