IC Contact - Consignment

[forgivetheinsubordination]

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Maybe she didn't.

[Had she known April or Lydia? Garrus has no way to know.]

An attack shouldn't have taken Lydia by surprise, at least.

[So maybe she'd been there, with the others. Maybe they'd known something was coming? He has nothing, though. Garrus sighs.]

It's all a guessing game, after, when we don't know what happened. Dead end. Regrets and frustration. Can't afford to dwell on it, can't afford to forget them, though. Think I need to start writing down names.

[He's pretty sure he's already forgot some of the names of people he's met here who have gone on to die or be transferred and might be dead elsewhere.]

There anything you do?

[fossils]

[ He doesn't consider it much of a guessing game, but with no proof Garrus isn't wrong - they're stuck at another dead end.

His brow furrows at the question, head tilting to the side again. ]

Drink. [ When he could in the field, even when it didn't do anything - like now. Memorials had been erected and words long past printed by the time he found out most of his friends were dead. He carries all of his ghosts with him. ] Stay alive.

[ He says both answers without any sense of facetiousness. ]

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[There's a lead, but again, no proof. If something comes up he'll take it, but until then... Until then, it's basically as Steve says.]

Drink. Stay alive.

[Garrus' hand goes up to his visor and he pulls it off. It's the first time Steve will have seen Garrus without it, and if Rogers looks at where Garrus' thumb is tracing, there's a list of names burned on the inside.]

And remember. As long as you remember, they're not completely gone.

[He raises his bottle with his other hand, holds it out toward Steve.]

To them?

[fossils]

[ His gaze travels along the names under Garrus' thumb, an unspoken understanding in his expression. When his eyes lift to the turian's face again, there's something of a somber smile tipping one side of his mouth as he raises his own bottle. ]

To them.