@spakona / Shepard.
We’ve done a lot of crazy things, but this is too far. His own words hung in his ears, because they barely held back what he’d said underneath-- don’t do this. But Charlotte Shepard did what she was going to. Garrus couldn’t, and wouldn’t, hold her back.
Even if it meant watching her jump into the abyss beneath them, a place he couldn’t follow if he wanted. That was what tore him up inside; the simple fact that he couldn’t fucking swim. No following her out there. He was stuck on a downed vessel in an endless sea of death and emptiness, and the only thing that scared him more than the open ocean was the fact that Shepard was out in it.
He listened more to her comms than he did to the movement of Reaper troops he was picking off. His chest felt like it was going to burst when she went silent.
When her mech emerged from that endless ocean Garrus was already running to it in a fever pitch. He heard Liara virtually screaming at him to stay behind cover, and felt the whoosh of air as a Husk dove for him and narrowly missed.
But he saw Shepard fall out of it like a heap on the ground, saw that abomination with a Turian face rear for her. He didn’t even fully register it when the Brute turned to strike the one next to it, all he registered was that their claws were too damn close to her.
The dodging was instinct; a quick step. A duck. A talon knocking him off-balance before he could get a hand on her.
“Shepard-!! Wake up!”