A/N: Hello! These are going to be short 'letter' that Garrus writes to his family and friends about his adventures with Commander Shepard. These will kinda coincides with my story 'Mending Something Broken', but you can read these separately. However there will be times when things or people mentioned in the letters will only happen in my story.

This letter was written right after Chapter 2: Sacrifice in 'Mending Something Broken'.

Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!


Garrus stood in the main battery nervously pacing the small area. He wondered if he should write the letter he dreaded so much to do, but his responsibility won out in the end. He opened his Omni-tool and stared down at that empty message, wondering what his first words should be.

Just do it, before you know it it'll be written and sent and everything will be okay, right?

A moment later his talons started quickly tapping away at a message he was still not sure he was going to send.


Dad~

So, I'm alive, I survived my 'target practice' in one piece and it's all because someone I had believed was dead saved me. Commander Shepard is alive, maybe when I'm back on Palaven I'll explain, or maybe I won't. Would you even care to know?

Dad, I know things are tough between us, hell they've always been that way between us, but I think that when I get back we should sit down and talk. I don't know what about, but I feel as if there are so many things that should be said that aren't and I don't think we should continue this way.

I worry about you, Mom and Sol, I know I shouldn't but I do. I won't be coming home for a while, there are some things I must do. But I can't discuss it now, maybe when I get home to Palaven, if you're interested.

Dad, I don't know the last time I told you this but, I love you and I hope to see you sooner rather than later.

Your Son,

Garrus


A taloned finger hovered over the send, delete and draft button; wondering what he should do. His mandibles fluttered in frustration, he loved his father, but he was a difficult man. With a great sign he the draft button, maybe later.