Rebirth The Mass Effect is old. part 22

"The third is Saren's rescue?"

"Yes. The chances are slim. Even worse than Nihlus. Saren doesn't have a single gap at all, and he ends up dead by my hand or his own. But there is still a chance. We will arrive BEFORE we have to, there will be no assault, the chain of events has been disrupted from the very beginning. A small group will go. We'll fly to Feros later. A Thorian can be killed at any moment, he is not particularly valuable."

The Turin man cupped his face in his hands and muttered dully:

"Why do I believe you?"

Nihlus and I exchanged glances.

"You tell us."

"It's so crazy that it could be true." The confused ligth blue eyes looked somehow lost, but at the same time, stubbornness was growing stronger somewhere in the depths. "Such lies are meaningless."

"An interesting thought."

Garrus snorted.

"Does it make sense to ask where accurate knowledge of history comes from?"

"No." The blue eyes narrowed. "Not yet." I corrected myself.

Garrus nodded slowly, accepting my decision, but he looked hard. He won't forget, and sooner or later, he'll shake out the truth. Meanwhile, Nihlus, who was lazily listening to our conversation, pulled the chair closer to him with a sudden jerk. I was taken aback by this turn of events. What is he going to do?

"Rin, please explain one thing to me..."

The soft, vibrating voice with a barely audible rumble made my hair stand on end all over my body.

"What moment?" I asked cautiously, looking into unexpectedly angry green eyes.

"What were you thinking when you exposed your head to the rays of a ghost? One finger to the right, and what did you say? Hello, a new rebirth?"

"Op-pa... And what can I say? It's pointless to make excuses, he won't understand. To say that I'm kind of a Spectrum too, and it's only natural that I might get hit... It's also pointless. He knows that very well himself. And he's right about something. I really shouldn't have put my HEAD up. Remind HIM that HE can change reality now, too? If I say anything, the usually calm Nihlus will just strangle me. By himself, so that it wouldn't hurt if they shot the idiot. Thoughts about this were VERY clearly floating in the upper layers of my mind, and what scared me the most was that completely similar ideas, only in a different interpretation, were running around in Garrus' head.

I just spread my hands. She turned and met Garrus' gaze. Exactly the same expression. Complete solidarity! Did they conspire? I looked at Nihlus. The same displeased expression on his face, eyes narrowed, looks hard and intently.

"I remember what you said about enhanced regeneration, Rin. As well as the fact that guaranteed death is either the loss of the head or the destruction of the body. In other cases, there is a chance to survive. And the very next day, you expose your head to Geth's shots. Knowing WHAT's at stake. Knowing..."

Oh my... Her voice is trembling with rage. Garrus's lingering anger is at the back. At the same time, the rays flew over the ridge, but that's okay, it's normal...

I had no idea that the usually calm and reasonable Nihlus could SO inventively devour a brain from scratch! And Garrus also helped.

I listened in silence, without objecting a single word or even trying to cut into this monologue in two voices. Yes, they talked about duty, about mission, about saving civilization, about fighting the Reapers, and other kind of right things, but... the real reason was much simpler and more natural. I wasn't listening to the words. It's just a shell for feelings and emotions, from which the mental was bubbling. All the objections or the desire to somehow justify themselves or shut up these two in any other way crumbled under a single feeling that pushed them to do so... violent display of emotions. An ordinary and completely banal fear. Fear of loss.