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Chapter Nineteen: The Worse Scars
Some days, Garrus stares long into the mirror, letting his eyes trace the jagged lines of his ruined jaw. He follows the harsh curve of scarred flesh as a tentative mandible flexes. He tilts his chin in the slanted light of the bathroom and watches the white stretch of scar meld into shadow.
Then there are days he has forgotten his own face.
It isn't until he is watching Shepard back away from his wounded form on the Normandy's cargo ramp, her figure silhouetted in the light of the Crucible beam, that he understands the worse scars are always unseen.