[Turians don't like the cold is a phrase he's uttered hundreds of times, under his breath. A phrase he's said far fewer times is no less true, but he never really figured it would be as much of a problem, is - swimming for us is more like flailing with occasional drowning.]
[Case in point.]
[When you're fleeing a random Singularity explosion and you step from solid ground into empty air, and land in water. Water with no bottom. This is no pond. This is no river. It tastes like salt. It's salt water. An ocean. There will not be a river bottom, a lakeshore, to stand on.]
[Garrus does his level best. He tries. Moving his arms, his legs. Some semblance of swimming motions. The heavy cloaks he'd put on in Solvunn don't help. But he can't spare the time to claw them off. He's too busy trying, and slowly failing, to keep his head above water.]
[For a second, he can see something - a shape, a rock, a ship? - ahead, and makes a game attempt to get closer. He's fighting for all he's worth, kicking, clawing. Everything he can think of and it just isn't enough to fight gravity. To call out, before a wave crashes over his head, and the sudden, accidental inhale of water does him in. Of all things...]
[Survived the Reapers, the Collectors, this whole world... and now the ocean is going to do the job.]
OCEAN - closed to Shepard
[Case in point.]
[When you're fleeing a random Singularity explosion and you step from solid ground into empty air, and land in water. Water with no bottom. This is no pond. This is no river. It tastes like salt. It's salt water. An ocean. There will not be a river bottom, a lakeshore, to stand on.]
[Garrus does his level best. He tries. Moving his arms, his legs. Some semblance of swimming motions. The heavy cloaks he'd put on in Solvunn don't help. But he can't spare the time to claw them off. He's too busy trying, and slowly failing, to keep his head above water.]
[For a second, he can see something - a shape, a rock, a ship? - ahead, and makes a game attempt to get closer. He's fighting for all he's worth, kicking, clawing. Everything he can think of and it just isn't enough to fight gravity. To call out, before a wave crashes over his head, and the sudden, accidental inhale of water does him in. Of all things...]
[Survived the Reapers, the Collectors, this whole world... and now the ocean is going to do the job.]