They won, but not before they lost. Still, explaining the years that came before, the time spent processing that loss without ever being able to really move past it, feels like a lot to get into right now.

Either way, Garrus gets it. He knows the things you sign up for when you decide to join an army and fight a war. It allows for a shorthand that Steve doesn't always get, and he appreciates it.

"You brace for it, but there's no breaking your fall when it comes." Steve heaves out a breath and shrugs, aware that he's preaching to the choir. "I hope you can get back to this," he adds with a sweep of his arm toward the galaxy's map. "And I hope you win."

Not that it counts for much, but he still feels the need to say it. From one soldier to another.