The Bitterness of Failure
"Vakarian Officer. " Legion interrupted Garrus' train of thought as he sniped the last merc from their vantage point, the batarian's head exploded onto the filthy wall behind him. Omega hadn't changed. "We have detected exactly four instances of hesitation in the past two hours. "
The turians face plates shifted, shooting the geth a suspicious look. "What's you point?"
"Usual efficiency down by ten point five six percent." Legion explained. "If deterioration continues critical errors may occur."
"Ok, I get it." Garrus waved the AI off, before looking back through his scope. "We're almost done here anyway, Shepard should be in contact soon."
"We did not intend to reprimand." Legion said again. "We are unclear as to why inefficiency is occurring. No physical anomalies have been detected."
"It's not a… physical anomaly." Garrus sighed before deciding the answer him. "I lost a lot of people here, it brings back bad memories. That's all. "
Garrus looked over to his Geth companion when he got no response. The light in his head was flickering, the mechanics around his face articulating up and down. Most of the team had come to identify that has Legions 'thinking face'. But why is he gathering data now?
"Archangel. Team terminated and presumed dead. Partially incorrect data. " Legion rattled off. "Death, organic concept. Equivalent to catastrophic hardware failure and loss of critical data."
"Yeah, catastrophic failure." Garrus replied bitterly. "Why?"
The main light of Legion's face looked almost quizzically at him. "We are not clear as to what you are inquiring."
"Why did you want to know that?"
"We wish to understand."
Prompt: Garrus + Legion - the bitterness of failure