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[He's curious, really curious, but Noh's changing the topic so he'll go with it. Garrus doesn't want to push. There's a chance he'd wind up pushing Noh-Varr away, and this is the first time they've really sat and talked since the breakup. He's missed this too much to risk it.]

Mm. Clashing perspectives. I had a dream. He didn't like it. So he sabotaged it.

[Garrus shakes his head.]

I had the scores and the skills to get into the Spectre program. It's what Shepard is. Serves at the will of the Council, and rules don't apply to her. Special budget, special weapons.

[He reaches over to tap his Black Widow; that's something he wouldn't have without her Spectre status.]

Put my application in. My father pulled some strings, got it rejected, landed me in C-sec where he was. And then I went and joined a Spectre crew anyway, years later. But I'm not one.

[It's for the best, now. There's no Shepard without Vakarian, and he firmly believes that they'd both been needed where they were. But oh, he'd been angry for such a long time.]

[ Noh-Varr feels--distress? anger?--at what Garrus describes to him, the disrespect, the condescension. He would not have forgiven so easily. ]

Why did he...? [ He holds up his hand then, aborting the question outright. He doesn't want to know; he doesn't want to take a side that isn't Garrus'. ] I'm sorry, Garrus. But you moved out of his shadow eventually, at least.

[ If Noh-Varr had had a pretty decent impression of Vakarian Sr before, it's gone now. ]

Your sister, what does she do? Is she a fighter as well?

[Garrus shrugs when the question is broken off. He's dealt with it. But if Noh-Varr doesn't want to ask, that's fine.]

I did. Surpassed him.

[In rank, in fame, in accomplishment. It's still strange to him.]

And every turian is a fighter. It's what we do. She's getting reassigned now. She was...

[His mandibles draw close to his face for a moment, and his subharmonics get a little heavy.]

Cipritine's our capital. She was stationed there when the reapers hit. It's... There isn't much left. She and my father got off-world, and they're taking positions in the fleet.

[ He nods. He knows that turians, like Kree, are all combat-trained, but he knows that doesn't always mean each of them is a front-line fighter. She could be a medic, an engineer, a social worker. Still, he accepts Garrus' explanation with a nod. ]

I'm glad she's safe then, for your sake.

[ He turns his face up to Garrus, his shoulders moving back slightly to compensate for the height difference. ]

Thank you for showing me this.

[ Garrus is still someone he cares about. To have enough trust to be able to share these memories...he knows what he's being entrusted with. ]

If the Marvel becomes fully operational again--I can show you my memories, too.

Thank you. And you're welcome.

[He looks down at Noh-Varr, trying to ignore thoughts of how easy it would be to touch foreheads again. Yes, it would be easy. And it would mess up everything.

There's no one else here, save Shepard and Tali, that he'd share these things with, and they already know. They're not curious. What he has with Noh-Varr is still special.]

I'd like to see them, when we get her up to speed. And we will.

[As much as he doesn't really want the Kree to go, it's a good point to break off. To separate, to let Garrus catch his breath and his head.]

I'll see you around camp, Noh-Varr. And I'll keep talking with Kyouya.

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