Aid
Sitting down and talking to his father was...odd. Garrus was sure that he wouldn't believe a word he said. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if his father claimed he'd gone crazy. Garrus was still wondering why he hadn't gone mad himself, even after everything he'd been through.
But when it was the fate of the entire galaxy you were talking about, it was hard not to sound serious. His father never interrupted him, never twitched a muscle, and never said a word until Garrus had finishing filling him in on the Reapers; starting with Saren and finishing with the Collector base.
"I know this is a lot to take in...but it's the truth. I swear on the Spirits" Garrus said once finished explaining.
His father took a deep breath and clasped his hands together on top of the table he was sitting at. The suspense was killing Garrus.
"The connections are all there Garrus. Therefore, I believe you and I believe we're running out of time. I'll talk to Primarch Fedorian" his father concluded.
Garrus felt relief wash over him. Finally, somebody believed him.