Garrus walked into the port observation deck, looking forward to some time alone were he could beat his hands against the wall until they were bloody. When he walked through the portal he was unhappy to realize someone was already there doing the same thing.
“Kaidan.” Garrus’ Mandibles flicked with annoyance. The human’s last punch connected hard and stayed where it was. He leaned heavily against the wall, his crutches had fallen over when he’d began sparring with it. He didn’t seem to care whether he lost his leg or not after the sprint to the end in London. Then again, Garrus wouldn’t have cared if he’d had a mandible ripped off or an arm missing after losing Shepard. If it could cut through the numbing loss that the entire crew was trying to cope with now, he might have welcomed it.
“Why couldn’t she have just left me to die?” Kaidan snarled, not looking up, landing another punch. He was only really succeeding in painting the wall with his bloody knuckles. The thump beside him made him jump. He looked over to see Garrus’ fist had actually dented the metal. The Turian stood with his whole body stiff. His jaw clenched. Garrus finally sighed, composing himself. Blood began welling out of the dent he’d made too.
“Did you see the way that she looked at us? That last time? She looked like she felt sorry for us.” Garrus couldn’t contain an angry laugh. “Because she knew, Kaidan. She knew that she was leaving us with the tougher job.She may have traveled all that way, and suffered to bring down the reapers, but it was all over in one swift blast.”
Kaidan finally stole a glance at his friend. He realized he’d never seen a Turian tear up before. He looked away again before Garrus could notice.
“And she left us to rebuild. To put the pieces back together.To try and learn to live without her.”
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