garrus saw the normandy explode from the escape pod he jumped in . garrus watched his best friend die , watched the fire , the destruction , the loss of their ship and their home and their commander . he lived with that loss for two years . he carried it in his chest , in his lungs , in his decision to run to omega . for two years , he fought and struggled and barely scraped by . and when he finally saw shepard again through his scope , a familiar figure charging towards him , he didn’t think they were alive . he didn’t consider ressurection . he didn’t factor in the credits , the time . he didn’t think of cerberus going out of their way to bring the famed commander back . he didn’t think of reapers or collectors or geth . he didn’t think of anything but the stories he was told as a child , of what the world looks like once you’re gone . garrus thought he saw a spirit , a ghost racing towards him . for a moment there , crouched on the second floor overlook , sniper rifle in hand and heart beating a mile a minute , garrus thought he was dead .
