[Oh, he knew this was coming. The moment his head had cleared of all the old ghosts and guilt, he'd known something like this was going to happen.
[Sure enough, here Rico was. Here he is smug, laughing, gloating that there's no difference between them.
[Drug-dealer. Racketeer. Judge-killer.
[Beeny had told him all about this hypocrite, and right now, more than anything, he wanted to spit it back at him. Throw it all in his face where everyone could see it. So they'd all know what he is and he couldn't keep hiding behind that smug, crooked smile.
[For a second, you could see that anger in his eyes, but nothing comes of it. Beeny's warning had made it clear just what kind of trouble Rico was, and Garrus had no interest in putting her or anyone else at risk. Garrus's grudge wasn't worth that.
[The anger in his eyes cools into ... well, nothing, really. Truth be told, then only thing he feels right now, when that initial swell of disdain subsides, is tired. Too tired to argue, too tired to fight, too tired to even really be angry. That anger might come back later, but right now, he's perfectly calm when he looks at Rico through the screen of his omni-comm.]
If you're talking about the mercs, they weren't exactly "in my way."
[There's a certain flatness in his voice, one that anything Rico throws at him is either so delusional that he can't even begin to take it seriously, or Garrus has said it to himself often enough that hearing it from someone else is just reinforcement.]
Anything else?
[Because there's more than enough self-loathing in Garrus right now to absorb just about anything you could say without so much as a blink, Rico.]
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[Sure enough, here Rico was. Here he is smug, laughing, gloating that there's no difference between them.
[Drug-dealer. Racketeer. Judge-killer.
[Beeny had told him all about this hypocrite, and right now, more than anything, he wanted to spit it back at him. Throw it all in his face where everyone could see it. So they'd all know what he is and he couldn't keep hiding behind that smug, crooked smile.
[For a second, you could see that anger in his eyes, but nothing comes of it. Beeny's warning had made it clear just what kind of trouble Rico was, and Garrus had no interest in putting her or anyone else at risk. Garrus's grudge wasn't worth that.
[The anger in his eyes cools into ... well, nothing, really. Truth be told, then only thing he feels right now, when that initial swell of disdain subsides, is tired. Too tired to argue, too tired to fight, too tired to even really be angry. That anger might come back later, but right now, he's perfectly calm when he looks at Rico through the screen of his omni-comm.]
If you're talking about the mercs, they weren't exactly "in my way."
[There's a certain flatness in his voice, one that anything Rico throws at him is either so delusional that he can't even begin to take it seriously, or Garrus has said it to himself often enough that hearing it from someone else is just reinforcement.]
Anything else?
[Because there's more than enough self-loathing in Garrus right now to absorb just about anything you could say without so much as a blink, Rico.]