The crew deck was silent. Garrus walked over to the fridge to get a bottle of water. He just could not sleep. They were en route to London, and something about going to your impending doom makes your brain go into overdrive.
He leaned against the counter, taking a big swig of the cool liquid, shutting his eyes. He found himself reflecting on his life, most of it from the last four years. That's just the effect Jane Shepard had on him. She always found her way up to the front of his mind. His thoughts were on the time they'd first met, back when he was still an officer for C-Sec. That seemed like a lifetime ago…
He was so furious with Pallin. Saren was a corrupt bastard and a disgrace to all turians. Why couldn't he see that? Then there was Shepard. Garrus didn't hate humans, like most of his race. Having dealt with so many on the Citadel, he'd grown to tolerate most of them. He'd even developed friendships with a few. But this Commander Shepard…
She was cocky. It irritated him. Sure, some of it was warranted. He'd heard of her - How she beat overwhelming odds on Elysium. She single-handedly took out an entire fleet of Batarian slavers. She was a hero. But something about her rubbed him the wrong way. His instincts told him, however, that working with her would be his best shot at unveiling Saren's true colors. C-Sec had too many rules. There was too much that was holding him back. Shepard would be free to act as she saw fit. And cocky or not, her intentions were pure. Her actions proved that much.
"Time to swallow some of your pride, Vakarian," he muttered to himself. "It's now or never."