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[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.]

[ !! He caught the mandibles flaring!! Red's amaze and awe could not be hidden at the sight of that. ]

Right. All pokémon are pokémon, but they're all different. [ And to bring up Green, with gestures that finally get Red to stop staring at Garrus's face like it's amazing- ] Like Charizard is a charizard, and Arcanine is an arcanine. Pokémon is just a catch all for anything that isn't a human.

[ He hums a small happy sound. ]

But you know, your name... it's nice, to me. I don't always think about my name, but the way I do, it makes me picture my father and my mother, and the hopes they had for me.

[ Which- may be sappy, and even Red looks slightly bashful this time, tipping his head slightly away, but he looks back up to Garrus with the smile still on his face. ]

Even if people have a name like yours, it's still the one they picked for you.

[It's one of the better reactions to his mandibles flaring, really. Garrus would pass on staring, but at least it's clearly positive fascination instead of repulsion. Or grabbing. Garrus does not appreciate grabbing.

The fact that Charizard doesn't get his own name is a little sad, especially considering the amount of work he and Arcanine put in, but apparently it doesn't matter to the pokemon. Garrus will focus more on Red.]

They had a lot of hopes for you, clearly. And you're determined to live up to them. That's good.

[His father had hopes for him. They involved crushing Garrus' dreams. They're on better terms, now, but it had taken a great deal of time and work for that.]

And they did pick it. Liked the sound of it, the history of it. We'll see if I live up to mine in the end.

[There's a massive task ahead of him, and it's daunting sometimes. He doesn't know if he'll succeed or fail, but there's only one direction to move - forward.]

All we can do is try.

You sound like you've been doing a good job at it.

[ From what Garrus had told him, anyway, which sound like the sort of things he would ever hear the word valiant for. ]

[Garrus shrugs.]

Anyone can sound like they are. Talking a good game is pretty easy. It's the doing that's more of a challenge.

[Camp's in sight now, and Garrus repositions one of the guns he's got slung over his back. They can probably feel safe, now. Most of the windlife right next to camp had moved out or already been eaten.]

We'll see how passionate you stay, yeah? And how valiant I wind up being.

[ The expression on Red's face softens with those words, a feeling almost like a block in his chest coming shortly forward. Passionate, here, in this place - he doesn't have the confidence for that. What is there to be passionate about? But he doesn't want to say anything like that, beyond what the small silence between Garrus's last words and his own may say for him. ]

By the way - do you have a sharp knife?

[ look at that change of subject. ]

[He can't really blame Red for changing the topic.]

Somewhat sharp.

[Bending, Garrus opens up one of the leg compartments in his armor before pulling out one of his throwing knives.]

Will this do?

[ He examines it in Garrus's hold, then putting out his hand to take it if the turian will offer it up to him. ]

I think so. I just need it to sharpen the end of some wood into a point. [ A certain thick piece of wood, with Red looking across to the basket with the branch sticking out of it and its leaf and twigs. It appeared straight enough for what he wanted... ]

Is that okay?

[Garrus hands it over.]

Yeah, go for it. I've got a couple of others, and worse comes to worse I just have to spend some time sharpening one. Don't have a whole lot of demands on my time.

[He follows Red's gaze, a little more curious now.]

Making something specific?

[A spear, maybe?]

[ A nod. ]

Um... kind of like a spear I guess. [ Ding ding ding. There's a beat, and Red's head shifts slightly as if he's about to look Charizard's way but doesn't. ] We met a guy and we accidentally broke his, so... I wanted to make him a new one.

[ There's a low growl from Red's side, and Charizard looks away. Biggest guilty party. ]

But I can sharpen it after if you tell me how to.

[Garrus can barely keep back a snicker. The guilt practically radiates off Charizard with the way he's looking off to the side.]

Yeah, that's fine. I could even teach both of you how to sharpen something, after. In case one of you really wanted to make reparations. How about you take the knife, make the spear, give the guy it, and then come find me again and I'll teach you about getting blades sharp?

Okay, sure. [ That sounds like a good deal, but there's something curious there that he sure he heard that surprises him. ] But, you want to teach Charizard too?

[ He does have a pretty good grip for a dude with no thumbs, it's true. ]

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