TIME FOR JUSTICE ¤¤ Garrus

[ so sorry for not replying to this sooner, i had a really busy day yesterday! && sounds good to me! ]

his routine was beginning to itch at him now and the siamese knew it wasn't going to be long before he would have to change it - or risk going a bit stir crazy. he had never been one for routine before his brief time away from sanguine ruins; he just did what he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it. however, after that health scare, he reluctantly agreed with the medics that he needed some stability to keep his mind, well, 'stable'. perhaps he had only listened because his dad was yuu, for garrus didn't like others telling him what to do - especially when it came to advice. it was kind of weird that he had found a home at the soldier camp, which obviously had quite a fair bit of rules, when his biological father had died. maybe, once again, he only tolerated it because of the other parental figure in his life. who knows? he certainly didn't - he wasn't a shrink.

he continued to be deep in thought, strolling through the territory; fur bristling and muscles tensing each time a gust of wind hit his light pelt. to be quite honest, he was in a foul mood. a stinking mood. the news of chronicfever being the murderer of yuuri didn't come as a shock to him, oh no. he had suspected something was off with the lion cub the day he held their self-inflicted wound on their neck in his paws, desperately trying to ease the bleeding despite not knowing what the fuck he was doing. the reason why he was so suspicious wasn't because it was self-inflicted, it was because it looked accidental. accidental! how can someone accidentally - on purpose - damage their vocal chords! it didn't make any sense. and quite honestly, he had come to accept that foul play was involved. yet the only other 'individual' that he figured was there was that bear and... that was a whole other can of worms. oh, and don't even get him started on the fucking murders on the territory he still hadn't figured out or the cartel or the exiles or piratepaw's fucking disappearance. his brother had disappeared off the face of the earth - with no goodbye or anything. he wasn't one to formulate his worry into words, but he was overly irritated and anxious over his lost brother. he could be dead for all he knew!

suddenly, he halted; ears perked and legs ever so slightly bent. with a frown, he sniffed the air for any signs of someone's presence, all whilst keeping his eyes trained on the ground in front of him. no scent came back to him, but he could practically feel somebody else. after holding his breath for another moment or two, he began walking towards the border again. he hadn't been formally tasked to check it, but he had tasked himself. and garrus never willingly left a task unfinished. he was far too stubborn for that, just like he was far too stubborn to admit he was slightly spooked. eventually however, his frustration at feeling like he was being watched finally toppled over and he rather unexpectedly threw himself around in a circle and a little way away he saw breakout. for a couple of seconds, he visibly tensed up and he had to clamp his jaws down to stop an accusation from snapping out. was the hellhound the one... following him? but he quickly shook himself. no. he would have heard him or something. they must have stumbled over each other's paths. after a moment's hesitation, he straightened himself up so that he was standing taller.

"didn't take you for a night owl." the warlord barely ever shouted and this was no exception, yet his drawl was still loud enough to be heard from where the other male was. pale blue eyes were not fixed on him, but they weren't trailing away either. "huh, i haven't seen you for a while. how is everything?" he tilted his head to the side; genuinely curious, and he still remained where he was.

at the apology, his eyes flickered away from the hellhound to where he had been laying on the ground before. he swallowed. usually, garrus would have retorted and insisted he wasn't scared, but for some reason, he couldn't find it in him to shoot that back. lying wasn't his strong point anyway so that could have been the reason - and that was what he decided on - yet he just felt that... he shouldn't react to that comment. the cocky grin on the other male's face was infectious and he found the corners of his lips lifting upwards, and the comment caused him to snort. "you're right there. honestly, i don't know why i assumed you weren't a night owl," he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, "maybe it's because of how cold it is. but then again, i hate the cold and i'm still out." he visibly paused at what he had said, contemplating his own decisions. hey, that was a really good point actually. why did he think breakout had a preference for day? it was probably because he had never really seen him out at night. so, if he was a night owl, why hadn't he seen him before? how hadn't he seen him? yes, nine times out of ten he went the same way each night, but surely he would have seen him off in the distance - right?

eh, weirder things had happened.

the siamese blinked a few times at the offer laid out on the table. it was almost obvious that the clogs in his head were turning and turning to find an explanation to it. "i don't, uh, drink but sure, why not. it's not like i have anything else to do." he eventually replied, bobbing his head to the side in a shrug-like manner; ignoring the warning alarm he could practically hear coming from his gut. it was a little suspicious that breakout had suggested such a thing and that did cause more than a few nagging thoughts to appear. but couldn't it just be... a friendly offer? garrus hadn't really had much friends in his life - not that he cared about that to be honest - so it wasn't like he could reflect on past experiences for this either. so either way, it would be a learning curve. right? "wouldn't want you to look a like a loser now, would i?" he added as he awaited a response. it was almost a deflection, seeing how it was a joke and how unsure he was at that moment.

/ugh this is super rushed i'm so sorry!

quite truthfully, he didn't forget a lot of things. it was as though his mental processes ran on extra time when it came to details. if he were human, or alien for that matter, he would have a brain suited to being a policeman or part of the military... on one hand, anyway. but on the other hand then, you had the other half of his mind - the one where the hatred of rules, bureaucracy and injustice laid. no socially acceptable cop or general would be able to get away with doing whatever the fuck he wanted. yet despite his knack at noticing details, he was still learning. hence why he still hadn't figured out chronicfever. and hence why he was being naive when it concerned breakout.

"revenge. they are revenge killings. and with revenge killings, you never know. anyone could have a hidden agenda." the warlord mused, more to himself than anything. ah, the irony. unfortunately though, he wasn't familiar with who the hellhound's friends were. still, would that have made the murders any more clearer? maybe. maybe not. he zoned out for some short moments, before he woke out of his brief daze with a shrug of his shoulders when the older male was half done speaking. at his grin and friendly demeanor, the siamese found himself subconsciously smiling back - but his was much more subtle. however, he didn't move when the other did at first and remained firmly where he was; his gut twisting in a frantic attempt to get him to listen. the wording of the sentences. the friendliness. the enthusiasm. it seemed... odd.

but this was just how breakout behaved, right?

"yeah, yeah, i'm your knight in shining armour. i know how this story goes," garrus all but retorted - sarcastically, of course. and with no hesitation this time, he straightened himself and began trailing after him.

when it came to duty and social structure, he also held strong opinions. as much as he hated rules and regulations, he also knew that without them society would collapse and everyone would revert to bloodthirsty maniacs. people would freely do whatever they want, including himself for he wanted to do what he wanted in his lifetime; serving justice. there were a few things to note about garrus: his dedication, empathy, strong morals and, most important of all, his hypocrisy. one example was plain as day during the raid for hayliel. an idea that had been planted in his head was ‘to die for the cause’ and the cause of that particular raid was to protect the prisoner. but instead, he helped his mother - as any ordinary person would. that went against his views, not that he cared though.

most of the time, garrus hated sharing silence with someone. hell, he’d converse in small talk if it meant no silence, even despite hating unnecessary socialising. but right then, the lack of talking felt right. so he didn’t speak. and he continued to ignore the gnawing, unknown feeling in his gut - and he refused to listen to his intuition. but the comment made him visibly pause; clogs turning. he always used the first part of the saying but the second part?

never.

an eye for an eye was right to him. how anyone could want to allow kid murderers to live was beyond his thinking - most of the time, anyway. he supposed he could understand how a family wouldn’t want to take revenge on their sister or father or grandma or uncle, yet that still seemed like the wrong choice to him. the ‘world goes blind’ bit, though? he was, rather simply, stunned. not because it was wrong; the opposite in fact. it was because it proved that he had done wrong. by his want for revenge on his whole group he had killed two people who had done him wrong. and the other day he had killed two more - two more pieces of scums. however, to an ordinary individual, he himself was a killer. if he continued to punish those he deemed cruel, was he any better than them anyway? the coldness of the air hit him and he momentarily went to lose his balance, yet managed to catch himself before he did so. the warlord didn’t react to that statement or the next question thanks to being rather spooked by what breakout had said.

when the hellhound slowed, he realised what was going to happen. the comments and this entire walk and situation clicked together and in a matter of moments the puzzle was fixed. and by the time he finished saying it ‘was nothing personal’, his fur was standing on edge and his muscles were tensed.

“bastard.”

in his entire life, he had never fitted so much venom in his draw. ever. his reaction time was arguably his best attribute when it came to attacking, for he had a keen eye anyway and caught minute movements. saying that, he didn’t react quick enough and the knife grazed his cheek deep enough to cut. thanks to his anger however, he barely reacted to it and kept his blue gaze fixed on breakout; eyes ablaze with pure rage. and what nearly annoyed him more was that as he came charging towards him, it wasn’t a lot he could do because of his pure size and his poor position. so he literally allowed the bigger male to fling him backwards. he had the wind knocked out of him momentarily but the adrenaline made for a quick recovery. thankfully he had landed by the knife and he threw it towards the large canine with clear intent to harm, but he sacrificed aim for strength and the attempt was more than likely to hit a non vital spot if breakout moved.

“i knew. damn it, i knew you couldn’t be trusted.” lies. not quite a flat out lie, but a lie nonetheless. still, it was a convincing lie due to the disgusted tone he summoned.