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Garrus nodded in agreement as he listened. The primarch had so much experience behind him. Compared to him Garrus was merely a young pup. “Yeah, I had no idea.” Garrus replied, “Unfortunately I hadn’t seen Cipritine in a long time, and the last time I did well…it was burning.” He sighed.

         

            Victus did his best to ignore the chill that had suddenly raked its icy claws down his spine.  He would not linger on the thousands of years of civilization, the billions that died.  Not now.  He could not, would not bear it. 

          “Did you…” he paused, a rare indication of hesitation from an otherwise grizzled veteran.  “…Ever stop at the restaurant off Imperial and Gladius?  The one with the round windows and blue carpet out front?  An asari ran it, but damn if it wasn’t the best dextro food I’ve had in years."  He did not voice the unspoken: that restaurant, and likely that asari, were little but ashes now.

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