[Garrus strolls along the residential district, retaking all of the sights, smells, and sounds he'd taken care to put behind him nearly a year ago]
[Dirty.]
[Fetid.]
[Scum ridden.]
[And this is one of the nicer parts of the scuzzhole formally known as Omega. These particular surroundings are somewhat familiar to Garrus-- he's pretty sure he'd worked some sort of job around here...]
[...Kron?]
[No, wait.]
[Thralog.]
[His mandibles twitch in a wry smile-- that was a good one. He'd preferred not to subject innocents to any more violence than they already witnessed on a daily basis on the station, but his targets had a tendency of giving him no choice. Sometimes on purpose.]
[The combination of awful memories and unwelcome befuddlement makes his nose wrinkle, and he grips a spare pistol out of habit.]
[It's one thing being back]
[It's another being back and without knowing why or how]
[Or where the rest of the crew is, for that matter]
Garrus Vakarian | Mass Effect
[Dirty.]
[Fetid.]
[Scum ridden.]
[And this is one of the nicer parts of the scuzzhole formally known as Omega. These particular surroundings are somewhat familiar to Garrus-- he's pretty sure he'd worked some sort of job around here...]
[...Kron?]
[No, wait.]
[Thralog.]
[His mandibles twitch in a wry smile-- that was a good one. He'd preferred not to subject innocents to any more violence than they already witnessed on a daily basis on the station, but his targets had a tendency of giving him no choice. Sometimes on purpose.]
[The combination of awful memories and unwelcome befuddlement makes his nose wrinkle, and he grips a spare pistol out of habit.]
[It's one thing being back]
[It's another being back and without knowing why or how]
[Or where the rest of the crew is, for that matter]