Talking To Myself
Who: Mirror and Real!Garrus (
turian_honor) (Ping me if you want in)
When: Day 3 of the Mirrors, after the fight with Firo.
Where: A-Floor, moving to B
Rating: PG13 for now
Summary: Garrus squares off against his reflection, which then leaves on its search once again, and encounters others.
Warnings: freaking long post angst, monologuing, violence
NOTE: Backdated to before the event ended.
It had gone to Ennis' room. And, unwillingly, he'd been dragged along with it. After it had mercifully left Firo's reflection, the creature had stalked through the halls, until eventually coming to the much-unused room on A-Floor. Now, it was stretched out on her bed, as if it owned the place, examining its broken, mangled hand.
"How much longer?" he demanded. If the hallway encounter was anything to go by, this thing could hear him, and he it. "How many more people are you going to antagonize?"
It ignored him, deftly piecing its broken jaw back together again. As horrific as the proceedure looked, the reflection made no indication it was in any pain. It simply worked, silent. Some distant part of Garrus' brain wondered, as always, what had happened to push Saren so far from organic life. What had made the madman turn himself completely over to the synthetics?
"They're ignoring you, you know," he tried, pacing now, in the mirror. "Anyone who doesn't care what you've said... they're just ignoring you."
"They won't," it replied. "Once they hear what I have to say..." Dead blue eyes flicked up. "The boy... He would have cared... if he remembered you."
That stung. He couldn't deny that. It must have known, because it started laughing. Slowly, it left the bed, pacing languidly toward the mirror. "How much you cared for him," it taunted, running a talon down barely inches from the mirror's surface. "How much you gave... and he just... vanished. Do you know what happened...?"
"No," he snapped back. "And neither do you. You keep saying, you know what I know. Therefore, what I don't know... you don't either." The dead eyes narrowed. Victory for him, then. "I'm going to get out of this," he went on. "And then I'll set things right. And I'll never have to--"
"How can you?" it retorted. "How can you apologize for what you've done?" Before he could answer, it continued, walking slowly back and forth in front of the mirrors, bulky frame moving too fluidly for its size. "You have lied. You are never fine. You are hurting... so badly... It's disgusting. You want companionship... so... terribly." It paused, tilting its head, studying him. "And you get so very jealous when others find it... it's laughable. Why should they not be happy? Hmm?" It leaned in, leering at him. "Why shouldn't they have their hearts' desires? Because you can't?" And its voice dropped as a sick smile plastered onto its cracked and broken face.
"Or because you never will?"
Again, even though he knew it was futile, Garrus struck out at the glass, ramming into it with his shoulder. He wanted to deny it. He wanted this thing to stop saying all this. He wasn't a liar. He was fine with how things were. He didn't need... that kind of thing. Especially not here. The people needed someone focused. Someone selfless. Who didn't get tied up in the senseless ties and trappings of a damn romance--
"But you know I'm right~ You would be so much happier," it said. He didn't even have to look up to see that it was still smiling. "You love those humans... don't you? They're so damned attractive... you can't even look at your own people any longer. And what human would have a turian? Shepard wouldn't. And she--" The voice went mocking. "--cared for you. What makes you think another will~? Especially... after I finish with him?"
He went cold. "You won't," he said, and it sounded hollow, even to himself. "There's nothing... You don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar!" it snapped, whirling on him, its face a mask of rage. "Liar! Traitor! Disgusting, pathetic fool! When... will you start being turian again! Being a soldier! Don't lie to yourself! Don't lie to them! Shut up!"
Both stared each other down for a moment, before the reflection forcibly calmed.
"I will find the last man," it said, its voice devoid of feeling. "And when I do... you will wish you had been truthful... Oh... how you will wish."
Before Garrus could say anything else, the reflection stormed out of the room, making for B-Floor at full speed.
turian_honor) (Ping me if you want in)
When: Day 3 of the Mirrors, after the fight with Firo.
Where: A-Floor, moving to B
Rating: PG13 for now
Summary: Garrus squares off against his reflection, which then leaves on its search once again, and encounters others.
Warnings: freaking long post angst, monologuing, violence
NOTE: Backdated to before the event ended.
It had gone to Ennis' room. And, unwillingly, he'd been dragged along with it. After it had mercifully left Firo's reflection, the creature had stalked through the halls, until eventually coming to the much-unused room on A-Floor. Now, it was stretched out on her bed, as if it owned the place, examining its broken, mangled hand.
"How much longer?" he demanded. If the hallway encounter was anything to go by, this thing could hear him, and he it. "How many more people are you going to antagonize?"
It ignored him, deftly piecing its broken jaw back together again. As horrific as the proceedure looked, the reflection made no indication it was in any pain. It simply worked, silent. Some distant part of Garrus' brain wondered, as always, what had happened to push Saren so far from organic life. What had made the madman turn himself completely over to the synthetics?
"They're ignoring you, you know," he tried, pacing now, in the mirror. "Anyone who doesn't care what you've said... they're just ignoring you."
"They won't," it replied. "Once they hear what I have to say..." Dead blue eyes flicked up. "The boy... He would have cared... if he remembered you."
That stung. He couldn't deny that. It must have known, because it started laughing. Slowly, it left the bed, pacing languidly toward the mirror. "How much you cared for him," it taunted, running a talon down barely inches from the mirror's surface. "How much you gave... and he just... vanished. Do you know what happened...?"
"No," he snapped back. "And neither do you. You keep saying, you know what I know. Therefore, what I don't know... you don't either." The dead eyes narrowed. Victory for him, then. "I'm going to get out of this," he went on. "And then I'll set things right. And I'll never have to--"
"How can you?" it retorted. "How can you apologize for what you've done?" Before he could answer, it continued, walking slowly back and forth in front of the mirrors, bulky frame moving too fluidly for its size. "You have lied. You are never fine. You are hurting... so badly... It's disgusting. You want companionship... so... terribly." It paused, tilting its head, studying him. "And you get so very jealous when others find it... it's laughable. Why should they not be happy? Hmm?" It leaned in, leering at him. "Why shouldn't they have their hearts' desires? Because you can't?" And its voice dropped as a sick smile plastered onto its cracked and broken face.
"Or because you never will?"
Again, even though he knew it was futile, Garrus struck out at the glass, ramming into it with his shoulder. He wanted to deny it. He wanted this thing to stop saying all this. He wasn't a liar. He was fine with how things were. He didn't need... that kind of thing. Especially not here. The people needed someone focused. Someone selfless. Who didn't get tied up in the senseless ties and trappings of a damn romance--
"But you know I'm right~ You would be so much happier," it said. He didn't even have to look up to see that it was still smiling. "You love those humans... don't you? They're so damned attractive... you can't even look at your own people any longer. And what human would have a turian? Shepard wouldn't. And she--" The voice went mocking. "--cared for you. What makes you think another will~? Especially... after I finish with him?"
He went cold. "You won't," he said, and it sounded hollow, even to himself. "There's nothing... You don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar!" it snapped, whirling on him, its face a mask of rage. "Liar! Traitor! Disgusting, pathetic fool! When... will you start being turian again! Being a soldier! Don't lie to yourself! Don't lie to them! Shut up!"
Both stared each other down for a moment, before the reflection forcibly calmed.
"I will find the last man," it said, its voice devoid of feeling. "And when I do... you will wish you had been truthful... Oh... how you will wish."
Before Garrus could say anything else, the reflection stormed out of the room, making for B-Floor at full speed.