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"Is there anything else?" Anderson asked.
"No technical information. Only war footage and a warning. I mentioned it in the report." I spread my hands. You may not believe me or convince yourself that the Reapers are just fairy tales and there is no real threat. Your right. There is no proof. But when they appear, it may already be too late."
"The council won't believe it." Anderson said gloomily.
"No one will believe it." I waved it off.
The captain didn't say anything. He just stood there and stared thoughtfully through me into the distance he alone knew. Tali was silent.
Garrus was thinking hard about something. The ambassador was pacing with his hands behind his back.
"The council won't like it."
Udina's soft, thoughtful voice broke the heavy silence.
"They might not believe it." Anderson added.
"You shouldn't try to get everything at once. We are content with a small victory. Proof of Saren's guilt in the attack on Eden Prime."
"That's right, Commander," Anderson said, crossing his arms over his chest. "These audio files are sufficient evidence. It's not worth trying for more."
"I'll inform the Council." Udina drew a line under our conversation. "I'll give you a couple of hours to rest. Meet me at the Tower."
The authorities left, and after consulting with each other, we decided to wait in the Tower so that we wouldn't have to rush headlong to the Council meeting.
The terrifyingly slow elevator lifted us to the right level, having managed to overwhelm all three of us with a disgusting mournful melody. For relaxation, we chose a long bench located slightly away from the main staircase in a nice little corner. They sat down there.
However, Tali didn't have enough time for long, and the young Quarian jumped to her feet and nervously cut around the fountain, looming in front of her eyes. Garrus and I sprawled out on a bench, relaxing after a busy day.
Slowly, fatigue, silence, and the soothing murmur of the water took their toll, and I drifted off to sleep. As I was falling asleep, I felt my relaxed body slide smoothly to the side, and my head bumped uncomfortably into something hard. Once I was comfortable, I switched off, plunging into the already familiar and somewhat familiar bloody nightmare showing me the demise of the Prothean Empire. Hurrying to an unexpected meeting, Councilor Sparatus noticed a strange company even for a multi-species Citadel: a Quarian woman nervously pacing back and forth and a young Turian man he knew well, sitting on a bench, looking at a human girl sleeping soundly on his lap and not knowing where to put his hands.
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