[ She lets his apology sink in for a second, then: ] You should be. [ That's that. No return apology. It was, however, enough to end the fighting, if you can even call the cold and wounded shoulders they've been giving one another 'fighting'.
Her point's been made, and now she lets out a slow, resigned exhale. It shouldn't have been that easy for him. Seriously, it shouldn't. But it was, quite probably because she's even more sick of the dispute than he is.
So Shepard uncrosses her arms, taking a couple of steps toward him but resisting the impulse to lift her hand to his cheek. The thought's still there, though, he can probably tell to some degree. ]
We're in a war. We can't afford to fight each other, too.
[ Her tone's still firm, but it's not so bitter anymore. You win, Garrus. Just this once. ]
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Her point's been made, and now she lets out a slow, resigned exhale. It shouldn't have been that easy for him. Seriously, it shouldn't. But it was, quite probably because she's even more sick of the dispute than he is.
So Shepard uncrosses her arms, taking a couple of steps toward him but resisting the impulse to lift her hand to his cheek. The thought's still there, though, he can probably tell to some degree. ]
We're in a war. We can't afford to fight each other, too.
[ Her tone's still firm, but it's not so bitter anymore. You win, Garrus. Just this once. ]