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D111, after the WH log

[forgivetheinsubordination]

FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org

Armada's hurt. Bad. Horn ripped off, had his chest ripped into. I don't know if he's coming back.

[He's tried to hold onto his anger so he can protect himself from the implications of all Warriorhead had said, but it's dissipated anyway. Garrus is left tired and bewildered. The Green seniors should know, though.]

[mousquetaire]

[ What in God's name, Garrus? ]

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

What? Who told you this, how do you know?

[forgivetheinsubordination]

FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org

Warriorhead told me. He's back. He has Armada's horn.

[He's not ready to say the rest of it.]

[mousquetaire]

FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org

Warriorhead.

Very well.

[ He's unlikely to answer again until he goes to see what's happened for himself. Armada is his Instructor, and the only one of those that d'Artagnan trusts in any way. He's not going to leave him behind. ]

Day late and a dollar short, story of Garrus' life.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[That's... a too-neutral response, and Garrus knows telling d'Artagnan to keep his head calm is only going to backfire.]

FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org

Very well? He's in a dangerous mood.

[Don't do the thing.]