It's a snarl, it's a command, and the clarity, the truth, rips out of the man. He doesn't bother making it gentle. Suggesting it come out. A half-lidded glance instead of a piercing stare. Garrus himself doesn't pay it much mind, not now, when he knows Shepard can see it too. If he were working alone, he'd have looked, but as it stands, she has his back, and he can focus entirely on pulling out what they need.
He could have let it continue. Let every single truth rip free, leave the man blinded by the truth, by the painful clarity of what he's done. But Shepard says no. Shepard stays his hand. His mask, the blindfold, slides into place, cutting off the Archangel's gaze. He even closes his eyes, letting the man fall whimpering to the floor, so that when he turns to Shepard, none of the onlookers are accidentally caught.
The secretaries are just earning a paycheck, the janitor just doing a job.
"We should," he agrees. His voice taking a more even, neutral tone. Bars of white fleck the edges of his feathers, easing the smoke out of their tips. "Justice should be done, after all."
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It's a snarl, it's a command, and the clarity, the truth, rips out of the man. He doesn't bother making it gentle. Suggesting it come out. A half-lidded glance instead of a piercing stare. Garrus himself doesn't pay it much mind, not now, when he knows Shepard can see it too. If he were working alone, he'd have looked, but as it stands, she has his back, and he can focus entirely on pulling out what they need.
He could have let it continue. Let every single truth rip free, leave the man blinded by the truth, by the painful clarity of what he's done. But Shepard says no. Shepard stays his hand. His mask, the blindfold, slides into place, cutting off the Archangel's gaze. He even closes his eyes, letting the man fall whimpering to the floor, so that when he turns to Shepard, none of the onlookers are accidentally caught.
The secretaries are just earning a paycheck, the janitor just doing a job.
"We should," he agrees. His voice taking a more even, neutral tone. Bars of white fleck the edges of his feathers, easing the smoke out of their tips. "Justice should be done, after all."