[He's quiet for several moments before he shakes his head and takes another drink.]

I don't think we are.

[Garrus' subharmonics are heavy as he looks up at the stars in the sky, most of them difficult to see because the fire's messed with his night vision.]

I don't think we're gonna see our homes again. Unless someone asks for that as a mission reward further down the line, to go home. Can't imagine they'd honor that any time soon. Not until they've gotten enough use out of us, however much that is.