{ Garrus Vakarian . }
“I haven’t,” said Garrus cautiously. “It sounds… Terrible.” He had looked up the location once, and found a sprawling city perched precariously on the water. Precariously, according to further research, atop a very violent fault line prone to go off at any moment. Its streets had appeared, depending on the angle, like Omega or Illium, with a class divide too stark to ignore. All this, he might have tolerated, or at least have been willing to engage with. Its monuments and landscapes were beautiful, if you looked past the metropolis itself, and even the city had a bleak sort of charm. But the snow? Absolutely not. Or rather, only for Shepard. “I read that whenever it isn’t snowing there, it’s only to make room for the rain.” He eyed Shepard. “Do you… like the cold? Or is it more of an absence of hatred?”
He hadn’t thought much about his hometown , about his life there , at least not for years. John had never been proud of everything he had done , of the person he had been there. He had changed , grown , and he didn’t like to dwell on it. Garrus was , however , someone he was comfortable opening up to , someone he knew he could tell those things and not be judged. “ It is terrible , “ he admitted , before he offered a small shrug. “More along the lines of an absence of hatred. I’m just ... I'm used to it , I suppose. “ It’s immediate then , how the shrug sent a sharp pain down his spine , causing him to reach out , hand grabbing onto Garrus’ arm , something he had done many times before to keep himself from falling over. “ Sorry , “ he breathed out between gritted teeth , staying still for a moment , doing his best to let it pass. “ Cerberus couldn’t have upgraded the implants , could they? “