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[gotyourwallet]

[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.

Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]

 It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.

My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?

[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

You and I both.

[Vie can't help but respect Garrus. He seems to understand more than most. Or at least knows how to listen.]

Meaning that not all are born into a worthy clan. That every ruler has servants, or in this case slaves.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

[Pause.]

... Slavery is outlawed in Citadel space. It still happens, but the authorities crack down on it as best they can. Slavers are scum, pure and simple. Same as anyone who owns a slave.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Then my homeworld is evidently not in Citadel space.

[Calm down Vie. None of this is Garrus' fault. She stops a moment before continuing.]

Though I am glad to hear that somewhere out there, someone dared to fight it.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

... no. I know that. I was just... sorry.

[Good job, Garrus. Think before you speak, next time.]

An entire galactic community, if that helps any.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Long pause is long.]

It's alright. That is... good news to hear.

Thank you.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

So... I guess if you ever find yourself in 2185... you can rest easy.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[That actually gets a laugh. It's small, and quickly silenced, but for a brief moment there was amused appreciation.]

1423. I fear you're a little further ahead than I.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

[Garrus sort of snorts, a depreciating little laugh.]

Yeah. Just a little bit, huh? Who knows... you might catch up someday.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Considering my current location and what I've seen since arriving in the Keep, I wouldn't be too surprised.

[Well would you listen to that? She sounds a little less neutral. Nice work, Garrus.]

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Well, then. Problem solved.

[HAH -- victory is his.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[...]

What's your name?

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Garrus Vakarian. You?

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Chelle Vierren.

[Holy crap that's a strong accent she's got going when she says her name.]

Call me Vie.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

[Hurk -- yep, that is one serious accent. He hesitates.]

... I think I'll stick with that, thanks. Less chance of getting it mangled.