Better than -- nothing, that's what, there isn't anything before this. Koby's always been as he is, powerful and confident and loyal and honest, all the best aspects of himself. There isn't room for the cracks that are slipping in, starting to pry apart everything he cares about, everything he's worked so hard for--
An inhale, exhale, a gust of carbon-scent, the way space smells. Garrus would know that (why?).
"Sort of -- the opposite of how I normally feel. Whatever the opposite of a star is." Koby says it slowly, looks up, would meet Garrus's eyes if not for the blindfold. He says it like he doesn't know, but they both do. They know what stars become when they die.
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An inhale, exhale, a gust of carbon-scent, the way space smells. Garrus would know that (why?).
"Sort of -- the opposite of how I normally feel. Whatever the opposite of a star is." Koby says it slowly, looks up, would meet Garrus's eyes if not for the blindfold. He says it like he doesn't know, but they both do. They know what stars become when they die.