It rends her heart to see him give up in that moment; Garrus has always been such a strong presence, and it doesn't feel right for him to be so defeated. It makes her want to scream, to cry, to do something to put the fire back in his eyes.
Her boot scuffs against something on the ground, and she glances down on instinct. In a moment, she sees the sign of The Empress flares across the stock.
Diana has never held a gun except to break it, but the Arcana echoes in her soul and she knows that there is a reason she saw it. For the first time since she arrived, she removes her hands from the cords binding Garrus and scoops up the weapon at her feet into her arms. She holds it awkwardly, not entirely sure where to put her hands, but determination begins to creep back into her voice. The weapon feels warm in her hands.
She notices the blade on the gun, and angles it so she can try cutting at the ropes, speaking as she does."Garrus, if that is your home, then you must fight for it. If you cannot save it now, then fight for its memory every day after."
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Her boot scuffs against something on the ground, and she glances down on instinct. In a moment, she sees the sign of The Empress flares across the stock.
Diana has never held a gun except to break it, but the Arcana echoes in her soul and she knows that there is a reason she saw it. For the first time since she arrived, she removes her hands from the cords binding Garrus and scoops up the weapon at her feet into her arms. She holds it awkwardly, not entirely sure where to put her hands, but determination begins to creep back into her voice. The weapon feels warm in her hands.
She notices the blade on the gun, and angles it so she can try cutting at the ropes, speaking as she does."Garrus, if that is your home, then you must fight for it. If you cannot save it now, then fight for its memory every day after."