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[That's... only a response to part of what he'd been saying, and Garrus gives Red a curious glance. Maybe the boy thinks that as long as he doesn't have training he won't have to kill personally? It might even be technically true. Charizard might do all of the killing for him. But Red doesn't strike Garrus as someone who could leave the dirty duties to others.]

All right.

[He follows the boy's lead, moving at a decent pace, catching sight of Charizard easily.]

So why don't you pick the next conversation topic? Since you don't seem to be going for mine.

[There's some awkwardness here, ever since the misunderstanding about hunting versus gathering, and Garrus isn't quite sure how to defuse it.]

[ The relief in seeing Charizard is better than what he'd imagine, and Red stops walking once he catches sight of him; however, a small pang of guilt drops in his stomach at Garrus's words. There had been a reason for delaying an answer on the subject that time, but he knows he's been like a rock through the subject that it doesn't make a difference. ]

I wasn't ignoring you. [ Being difficult, true, but not ignoring. ] I just... I'm finding it hard to talk about.

[ He knows it isn't a good reason, and he doesn't want it to be an excuse. It's an opportunity for him to do more than think about it to himself and to Charizard, but then one thing or another unsettles him. It's hard to just discuss, to question about this and that like he did with people back in Kanto. That was all about pokémon, not-- killing.

Red continues to keep an eye on Charizard's distant figure, not facing away from Garrus for any other reason than to watch his pokémon, and he stands with a lack of an intention to move. ]

Can I ask you though... what did you do before you came here? Did you do anything like this? [ ... ] Did you ever hold a weapon before?

[Oh this is not going to go well.]

Knew you weren't ignoring me. Figured you were struggling so I gave you an out.

[And now he's out of easy stuff. What he did. There isn't really a way to dance around it. Garrus shakes his head and takes a breath.]

I've served in military positions my whole adult life. Police at first. Sniper. Helped fight to save the galaxy. Went vigilante and took out criminals. Helped fight to save the galaxy again.

[A beat.]

What you're asking is if I've killed before. And I have. Criminals. Slavers. Drug dealers who preyed on their customers. And then I got here, and I've now killed people who aren't soldiers, who aren't criminals, because it's part of what was required of Green team.

[It's just like he'd told Shuyi. It's getting harder by the day to see himself as good.]

[ It's not a surprise. It was already there in the way Garrus spoke before he confirmed it, and the position of a police officer fits with what Red imagined. His story is big and would be a source to awe in places and plenty of questions everywhere, but here -- here wasn't the time.

A long moment sits after Garrus finishes before Red speaks. ]

When you're a soldier in a war, there's going to be casualties. People get killed.... and pokémon too. [ ... ] I met a man once when I was on a journey back home to help a professor. He was a gym leader, a person who took on challenges and gave people who defeated him a badge of proof. He said he was a lieutenant in a war, and he and his pokémon fought be each other's side and kept each other safe. Half of everyone in his gym was a soldier once.

I didn't really think about it back then. When he said he fought in a war and his pokémon had been there with him, I just thought... of how strong of a bond they must have, and how tough they must be.

[ Not: What was it like to be in a war? Did they ever lose anyone? How did you cope? ]

I keep thinking about him now. What he had to do. How did he fight? What was it like for him and his pokémon? I wish I could talk to him now. [ He faces Garrus, and his voice grows with his words. ] I don't know weapons, I don't know about armour -- I know pokémon. I know how to take care of them. What should I do? What did he tell his pokémon?

[ He stops himself, looking away. A hand raises to brush through his hair, deliberately blocking his face with the way his arm bends and lingers after the hand grows still. Did he have to say anything to his pokémon? Why they were seeing the things they saw now? ]

We went up against those neraki... we fought the flying creatures. He took them down because they wouldn't stay down. I don't know if any survived.

[ Red breathes, sucking in the air through his nose, and his eyes close for a time with the tip of his head. ]

We have to do it because there's no other choice. We love where we come from too much. [ Wherever his words were meant to lead him, the reason for originally asking Garrus about his history with killing is already lost from his mind. Somewhere, it was meant to help. Achieve something. ]

I don't intend to have him fight alone. He won't carry all the weight.

[The response he gets goes beyond all of his expectations. He'd thought Red would feel scared, worried, might want to continue on without Garrus, because everything to this point had said Red was uncomfortable. Instead, the boy's showing wisdom and an attempt at compassion. Garrus is impressed, and he stays quiet the whole time Red speaks.

Red wraps up, and Garrus nods, watching the boy.]

That's the approach that will keep you both together.

[And alive. At least, not dead from the CDC.]

Whatever I can do to help you there, I'm here, Red. I'll train you with weapons and the juggernaut, get you up to speed. And I'll teach you what it is to be a soldier. The two of you, fighting side-by-side, carrying the weight together.

[ There's no sudden clarity to Red. There's no less fear or doubt, no certain relief from speaking out his thoughts that had been going over his head since the illuminated night before. Garrus sounds more sure than he feels in that moment, but he doesn't want to confess to that; not when the otherworldly-man is trying to give his support (and has been trying for the majority of their trip out).

He's still plenty scared, about what he won't be able to do when it matters.

So Red just nods, silently, and gaze goes back out in the direction Charizard had been - and the pokémon was in flight, heading their way. ]

Can we just collect the food for now? Sorry... but I can't pick flowers and talk about something like this at the same time. It's too... strange.

Yes.

[The last thing, or one of the last things, he wants to do is overwhelm Red, so it's an easy agreement to make. Garrus starts walking toward Charizard, lessening the distance the pokemon has to fly.]

So. How long you and... he? been together?

[ Red keeps level to Garrus this time, thankful for the subject to be dropped. He's not tired, but for them only to gather a small amount of flowers so far, he is worn. It's one emotion after another.

But Charizard. That's an easy topic, and calls for the type of emotions that don't haze his mind. ]

He. [ He confirms. ] We've been together more than a year now. He was my first pokémon. A professor gave him to me so I could help him with his dream -- he made a device that would record the data of any pokémon caught, so he gave one to me and his grandson and asked us to capture each and every known pokémon.

It was an electronic encyclopaedia -- the pokédex. He's never been far from my side since then.

[ Red knows it was more than he was asked, but it all comes together naturally like a jigsaw. The pokédex led to Charizard, and they both worked dutifully to fill it. ]

Capture each and every one?

[There's definite shock in his voice at Red's statement. Someone sent two kids out against all of the different pokemon and expected them to succeed? What sort of jerk would do that? 'Oh, these creatures are terrorizing our land, let's send two kids out against them!' Spirits. Red might almost be safer with the CDC.]

I mean, I'm glad Charizard and you do well together. But that seems a pretty tall order.

Just one of every species. [ In case that wasn't clear. ] But the professor couldn't do it, he was too old. And me and Green, we both wanted to be pokémon trainers so it worked out.

[ -- ah. He catches himself. ] That's-- not the Green you know. It's a different Green.

[Just one of every species. That made it so much better. Garrus is still taken aback by how calm Red is about facing all sorts of fire - breathing or other - breathing animals. And then he gets to be amused at his naming theory for Red and Green's village confirmed.]

There a lot of Greens where you're from? Bunch of Reds, too? Anyone named... I don't know. Magenta?

Um... maybe. I don't know them, but I don't see why not. [ The joke it goes over Red's head until then. ] Our names aren't strange where we're from -- they're our names. Are they funny to you?

[ It's not said defensively - Red's curious. Charizard makes an entrance around then, slowing down before reaching them so he can plop the basket down first before himself. He growls out joyfully, circling around to reach his trainer and to bring their heads together that Red holds together with an arm around him, and it's the first time in a while deserving of a light chuckle. ] Hey, you're okay? Good.

They're not funny. They're names. I just don't know many places with naming patterns that are, mm. That.

[Sure, you can often tell a krogan name by sound. Vorcha too, and a fair amount of humans. But nobody had a naming plan that was colors, or... Garrus doesn't know. Fruits? Animals? Animals would be even worse, he decides.]

No themes, really.

[And then he's quiet, watching Red reunite with Charizard. It's... adorable. The bond the two have is obvious, and he wonders how it even came to be. There's got to be a story there, and maybe it's a story for another time. After a few moments of letting the two connect, Garrus speaks again.]

Welcome back. See anything we should pick?

[ There's a moment longer given to each other before they break away, and Charizard answers Garrus with a low bark-ish sound before retracing some steps back to face himself towards the basket. What's first to be noticed before the pokémon does anything is the mess of shrubbery and twigs, all that comes more clear when a clawed hand reaches in and pulls a bundle out. Huskberries, and a gnela balancing amongst their tangles that drops back in and knocks the inner side of the basket when he reaches in again, pulling out a bigger selection of the tree fruit when he lifts up a whole branch.

He then shoves it back in, not too much care given, and then searches around for more. But his arms are short and leaning in over the edge doesn't help him grab what he's looking for. Red tries to spot whatever else it is, but can't see through the collection of everything else inside.

Charizard gives up, and goes for the more easier option of holding out his claws for them to see the oil-y substance on them. Ah. Dyum. ]

It looks like he found most of what we showed him. [ Red looks over to Garrus, though sparing a glance to the contents of the basket. ] He was probably rushing when he grabbed all this...

[ He grabs at the huskberry plant, pulling at it. ] Maybe this one still has the roots on it.

[Garrus has to chuckle in surprise.]

Didn't expect you to do all the work, you know. Just find it and tell us. But thanks. You just made our job a lot easier.

[Much easier, even.]

With what we've got already and what he's grabbed, we could probably head back. We could even give planting the thing in camp a shot, too. Make a convenient source of berries if it lives and they grow fast enough.

Are you sure? [ Red rummages a hand through the collection, then slips it back out. ] I guess. Charizard will know where to take us if we want some more.

[ The pokémon nods his head with a noisy huff at that, and Red strokes him on the side of his arm. ]

We'll have to work on you not bringing the whole plant with you next time.

We've got a good amount, yeah.

[He starts heading back, giving the boy and his dragon an amused glance over his shoulder. They're young. They might be in for a difficult time here. But Garrus will do what he can to help.]

[ Then with Garrus on the move, Red gets Charizard to take the basket back into his arms and for them both to follow after him. They walk level to him once more, Charizard taking to Red's side as has become usual. ]

By the way, our names do have meaning. Mine and Green's. [ Because he would've commented on it earlier, if not for Charizard's arrival. ] They're colours for us too, but there's more to them than that. There's a lot colours symbolise where we come from.

I can tell you if you wanted. I actually asked about mine when I was younger. [ And there's some fondness in his voice as he shares: ] It was my father who wanted me to have the name.

Yeah?

[He's pretty curious. It had just been a little amusing, before, but if there's tradition or meaning behind them... And now he feels a little stupid, too. Of course there's a reason behind it. Who would name their kid Red or Green or something like that without meaning?]

I'd like to know. Especially since it sounds like you've got a pretty strong connection to your father there.

[Garrus hasn't ever had a strong bond with his, though it's better than it once was.]

Tell me about it.

[ He smiles, looking Garrus's way. ]

Okay, but you have to tell me what Garrus means - if you know it. [ Possibly a deal? ]

Sure, but you first.

[The story is far more important than what his own name means, really. Especially when he wants to get to know Red more. Garrus' name won't really do that for either of them.]

Alright. [ A nod -- a deal it is! He waits a beat, then continues with his gaze going forward. ]

Where I'm from, red symbolises fire. It's the colour of passion, and warmth and strength. There's a lot more it can stand for, but these are what my father had in mind for me, the kind of man he wanted me to become once I was older.

[ There's pride in his voice, where just just explaining it leaves him with a bout of energy in him that had been dampened for a while. He would never not be fond of his name, no matter how simple it was. ]

When I decided I was going to be a pokémon trainer, I knew that I had to have a fire pokémon. [ and gestures to Charizard with a tip of his head, looking back at Garrus ] And as it turned out, one of the professor's last pokémon was a fire pokémon.

[It's not the first time he's come into contact with colors having direct emotional meanings, though that red is passion and warmth and strength is a very human thing. For turians, blue is what does that, as well as symbolizes danger and warnings. But it makes sense. It's about blood, life.]

So you took the meaning from it, applied it, and found more connection thanks to it.

[And Red sounds very enthused about talking about his name, too. Turians don't really... have something like that. Sure, their names have general meanings, but they don't build from it. He keeps walking, and after a few moments Garrus shrugs.]

Mine means 'valiant one,' more or less. Don't think it really changed much for me. A lot of turian names go along those lines.

Is that the species you're called? [ He pauses. ] Uh, if that word is alright. I don't know if there's a better word for describing people from another... planet.

[ ??? what is this situation ]

[Garrus' mandibles flare out as he looks down at the boy.]

Actually, it's exactly right. My species is turian. And yours is human. And Charizard would be pokemon, I'd guess? Or are there divisions within that?

[Because Charizard looks rather unlike Arcanine.]

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