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Garrus listened without turning around. It was stupid, he knew, but only having her voice and footfalls to go by made it feel more like she was Shepard, and not... whatever she actually was, especially when she mentioned the farm on Mindoir.
"I guess you can call that intelligence," he mused. "Or just plain bullying. They look like they're kept in separate cages, though. When do they ever get the opportunity to fight something smaller than they are?"
"Caged chickens are pretty much a different animal. With Earth's food needs, they cram them in cages and pump them full of corn and growth hormones. Take them out of the cage and they can barely walk. Good for protein and calories and not much else.
"Free-range chickens are penned in with chicken wire, eat insects, mostly. Strap a blade to their leg, rile them up, and set them up against another chicken and it makes for a good show, and good gambling. Those kind of fights are illegal in most places, though. Have been for decades on Earth. You still see it in some of the newer colonies, where there's fewer animal rights activists or Systems Alliance soldiers who give a damn."
Talking about Mindoir was bittersweet. Did this Garrus even know what happened there? Did her Garrus know?
Gambling. Of course. Garrus wanted to believe the desire to strap knives onto anything capable of walking and betting on the results was a purely human thing, but he'd seen too much in the galaxy to be that naive.
How was it any fun, though? The birds barely came up to Shepard's knees.
"They make noises," he said, gesturing to one of the chickens. It had just started clucking, seemingly for no reason. "That's new. What do they taste like, aside from everything in the galaxy?"
A moment later, Garrus turned around. "Damn it. I was never any good at small talk. What is this, Shepard? Are we any closer to figuring out what the hell is going on?"
She took a step forward, then another, tentatively reaching out her hand to his face, hoping he didn't retreat from it.
"Maybe the conduit brought us here, maybe we're dead. Maybe a wizard brought us here to fight a demon that doesn't exist anymore. Either way, there's no Reapers, there's no Saren. There's just us."
Garrus would have been lying if he'd tried to claim there weren't one or two fantasies which ended exactly like this, but fantasies were fantasies for a reason. Sure, there weren't any Reapers, but neither was there Tali, or Liara, or the rest of the Normandy's crew. There wasn't anything they'd been fighting so hard to save. Retiring to some paradise planet in the middle of a happy galaxy to find out what their offspring would look like was one thing; being dragged away before they could discover if the fight was even worth it? It didn't sit right.
Nothing was sitting right. Garrus didn't retreat from Shepard's outstretched hand because it was the one thing which still made any sense to him.
Her fingers traced the edge of his left mandible, affectionately.
When Shepard had jumped into that column of light, she had been jumping to her death - not the possibility of death, but an assured end, a final sacrifice. She had jumped into the Conduit understanding that she would not see the resolution, that no matter what happened, she was done.
She could understand Garrus' hesitance, but she didn't share it.
As far as Shepard was concerned, her old life was over. This was a new one. This was her chance to pretend the last sixteen years didn't happen, that she was still just a teenager on a frontier planet, helping run the farm, skipping school and making out with Hazel Mao in the fuel depot maintenance closet.
"Do what you need to do, Garrus. Turn over the rocks, open up the curtains. If you ask me to, I'll help."
Her voice cracks an almost imperceptible amount. Almost.
"But I'm tired, Garrus. I'm so tired."
She averted her eyes as tears welled up in the corners.
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"I guess you can call that intelligence," he mused. "Or just plain bullying. They look like they're kept in separate cages, though. When do they ever get the opportunity to fight something smaller than they are?"
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"Free-range chickens are penned in with chicken wire, eat insects, mostly. Strap a blade to their leg, rile them up, and set them up against another chicken and it makes for a good show, and good gambling. Those kind of fights are illegal in most places, though. Have been for decades on Earth. You still see it in some of the newer colonies, where there's fewer animal rights activists or Systems Alliance soldiers who give a damn."
Talking about Mindoir was bittersweet. Did this Garrus even know what happened there? Did her Garrus know?
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How was it any fun, though? The birds barely came up to Shepard's knees.
"They make noises," he said, gesturing to one of the chickens. It had just started clucking, seemingly for no reason. "That's new. What do they taste like, aside from everything in the galaxy?"
A moment later, Garrus turned around. "Damn it. I was never any good at small talk. What is this, Shepard? Are we any closer to figuring out what the hell is going on?"
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She took a step forward, then another, tentatively reaching out her hand to his face, hoping he didn't retreat from it.
"Maybe the conduit brought us here, maybe we're dead. Maybe a wizard brought us here to fight a demon that doesn't exist anymore. Either way, there's no Reapers, there's no Saren. There's just us."
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Nothing was sitting right. Garrus didn't retreat from Shepard's outstretched hand because it was the one thing which still made any sense to him.
"I'd like it if we weren't dead," he murmured.
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When Shepard had jumped into that column of light, she had been jumping to her death - not the possibility of death, but an assured end, a final sacrifice. She had jumped into the Conduit understanding that she would not see the resolution, that no matter what happened, she was done.
She could understand Garrus' hesitance, but she didn't share it.
As far as Shepard was concerned, her old life was over. This was a new one. This was her chance to pretend the last sixteen years didn't happen, that she was still just a teenager on a frontier planet, helping run the farm, skipping school and making out with Hazel Mao in the fuel depot maintenance closet.
"Do what you need to do, Garrus. Turn over the rocks, open up the curtains. If you ask me to, I'll help."
Her voice cracks an almost imperceptible amount. Almost.
"But I'm tired, Garrus. I'm so tired."
She averted her eyes as tears welled up in the corners.