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[He figures he gets the worry. But at this point, he doesn't care if Mothership gets more angry. He's already been through torture with the cuffs for no reason and he had little patience for games to start with. There are far better topics, though. Mothership doesn't deserve his time or his focus.]

Ask Armada what? About the cuffs? About something else?

About what happened.

[ About why they fought. He'd asked, and Warriorhead had been unwilling to say. It had been enough for d'Artagnan to know there was something important he was missing, but he's under the impression that they're brothers. He doesn't even come close to guessing at the truth. ]

I will. When he comes back.

[ Because he has to come back. The CDC wouldn't just allow one of their own to die. ]

What... You mean between Warriorhead and Armada.

[There's a beat and then he shakes his head.]

Know what happened. But it's personal, and not mine to tell.

[Noh-Varr hadn't asked for secrecy, but it's a private matter. Of sorts. Sure, it had taken their lead away for far too long already, but there's grey territory here he doesn't want to tread into.]

If he... If something happens and he doesn't... I'll explain. Still planning on him being back, though.

[ D’Artagnan looks up at him, surprised. That’s not what he expected to hear. ]

Why do you know, if it's personal? I didn’t realise there was such gossip around it.

[ Obviously, his ears have been deaf to any such thing. Now he wonders what he’s inadvertently involved himself in. Damn it all. Why did he go running off like that? He should have just stayed where he was, not engaged Warriorhead at all. ]

[Garrus ducks his head, glancing off to the side. He can't tell the full story there as Noh had asked for discretion.]

There isn't. Doubt many at all know.

[A beat.]

Noh-Varr knows. Wound up running into him after I ran into Warriorhead, expressed why I was confused, he gave me an answer I didn't know he'd had.

[There's another pause before the next bit comes, as he looks back at d'Artagnan to watch the guy's face.]

He didn't have any faith in Armada's recovery. I had full faith until talking to Noh-Varr, and now I... Still think he could make it. He's Armada.

[ D’Artagnan doesn’t say anything at first. He looks somewhere between uncomfortable and worried, and then he looks away from Garrus. ]

We shouldn’t be talking about this. I don’t want to talk about this.

[ Both because it is worrying, and because he doesn’t think it’s their business to discuss it like this, anyway. He regrets how much has been said already, and he’s not going to be a party to any more. ]

I should go, Garrus. I just wanted to see if you were all right.

[Garrus blinks, not really sure why d'Artagnan looks the way he does and wants to go. He hadn't broken any confidences... but they're edging close. And frankly, Garrus is tired. He shrugs.]

Think we're all right on the shouldn't angle. Wasn't gonna go more into detail.

[And maybe that's what d'Artagnan's worried about? Unless there's something else Garrus doesn't know. It wouldn't be the first time.]

Go ahead, though. Thanks for coming by.

[ It feels too much like idle gossip, talking about them like this. D'Artagnan doesn't know exactly what has passed between them, but he knows it's more serious than that. He mostly just wants to leave it alone. ]

Of course. I had to make sure you were safe.

Let me know if you need me, all right, Garrus?

Yeah. I will.

[It could be something human. He's only really gotten top know humans over the last few years. There's always more to learn.

Stiffly Garrus gets up, stretching a little to ease some on the muscle aches, before opening the rover door.]

I'll see you again soon, I'm sure. Let's plan on a better reason next time.

No, no - don't get up.

[ Oh, he already did. D'Artagnan winces, feeling bad for having prompted his friend to move. He holds up a hand, moving to the door to let himself out. ]

It's all right. Get some rest, Garrus. I'll make sure it's a better reason next time.

[ He'll head on out then, and turn his attention towards Medical. ]

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your tagbombs, man...

look that's the only way i can get my inbox clear

fair. I think I should resign myself to never having a clear inbox...

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