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thefirsthumanspectre:

     Shepard wasn’t used to being put on the spot like that. Less was she used to a politician actually agreeing with her on anything less than her being a pain in the ass. Though when he mentioned knowing what it was like, she had to smile bitterly,

     “There are some things I wish I didn’t know anything about, sir,” she mused, subconsciously rubbing her throat as she remembered the feeling of her choking; of being unable to draw breath until her lungs burned. Her head shook, bringing herself out of her memories,

     “What do you intend .. where do you intend to send him, Primarch? If I let him go. Garrus is .. one of the few on my crew whom I trust enough to leave my ship to when I’m on away,” she clarified gently. It wasn’t Shepard’s intention to antagonize Victus, thus the gentleness of her words. She didn’t know the Turian that well, but she’d seen him nearly break at the loss of his son. Tarquin had been unfit for his mission, but he’d executed it flawlessly and with honor.

For that reason, she’d had a plaque put on her memorial wall for the fallen boy. And his father was considered, if not a friend, then someone who could call on her when he needed her, and she’d do her best to get to him.

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                   He watched her closely, and caught the minute gesture; the sudden gravity to her words, the fluttering, quintuple-fingered hand at her throat, and could only wonder at the unbidden memories connected to such a thing.  He was an old soldier – he has scars beneath the skin, too.

                   Annoyed with this sudden internal sentimentality of his, he sighed and finally took the seat offered to him.  He spread his hands in a conciliatory fashion, being perfectly frank with her.  "Where would he be sent?  Commander, he would stay by my side.  Beyond historians or…or…folklorists of my people, whose knowledge consists mainly of base speculation, what turian knows more about the enemy than your own officer Vakarian?  I could use someone like that at my side."  He folded his spread hands elegantly but simply on his lap.

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