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I was grasped by the sudden urge to write. Vezz and @wall-legion's Garrus have a heart to heart in the immediate aftermath of Kralkatorrik's defeat.
"This is where we part ways, I think, my friend."
Vezz sounded tired, and it was more the weight and weariness in his words that brought Garrus's head around to face him. He stood quiet for a moment, watching him, before he finally found the words to speak. "Is everything okay?"
Laughing mirthlessly, Vezz shrugged, scratching behind one of his ragged ears before the tips of his claws found the burn scar Balthazar had left him with. A reminder of a path he almost took. "It's complicated, I think. With just finding out Riss is expecting, I'm not keen to be away from her for long... and on top of that, I... I don't think I can keep doing this. I'm fine, but it's... a tender sort of fine."
Garrus's ears flicked forward, brow furrowing briefly. "In what way?"
"It's like... an eggshell. A whole one, with all the inner bits blown out by a crafter. Whole, yes, but fragile. One touch too rough and I fear I may shatter. I can't keep doing this."
For several moments, Garrus considered Vezz. The asura stood taller these days, chin up and shoulders back. Gone was the sense of readiness for death he'd carried when they met, when the Inquest still hounded his every step, seeking to officially "retire" him from their employ. But there was something else there too.
He had healed, but the wound was raw. A scab that could too easily be pulled back. The Blightcaller was no more, to be certain, but the weight of a tumultuous past and everything they had been through had long taken its toll on him.
And with Rissia pregnant, well... he supposed he understood.
Finally, he gave a rueful smile, resting a paw on Vezz's shoulder. "It won't be the same without you making snide remarks at your sword every time I turn around."
Vezz snorted, his smile finally reaching his eyes, if only barely. "It would help if it didn't talk back so much. I just..." The smile faded now, and he glanced away, not wanting to look Garrus in the eye. "...I feel terrible with us leaving you to go this alone."
"Won't be alone. Qirri's been itching to get back out there. "Field research" she calls it. It'd do her some good, I think, to do some proper traveling again. You have a family to take care of now, beyond just you and Riss and Taimi." He tipped his head, all four ears shifting forward just slightly. "I can get you in touch with someone in Lion's Arch. If... you need someone to talk to."
After a moment of hesitation, Vezz nodded. "I think I may take you up on that." Then he shifted, reaching into one of the pouches at his waist, fishing out what Garrus realized on looking at it in his quickly opened palm was an arrowhead. "Here. I think I should give this to you now."
"An arrowhead?"
"Yes. Phee gave it to me when I brought Kinna home to her, the night I left the Inquest. She told me her old mentor, an old charr ranger named Caessenia, had told her once that she didn't need to fly straight. She only needed to fly true. Gave me the same advice that night. Well... I've flown as true as I can. I think you could use it better than me."
Laying the crude, handmade arrowhead in Garrus's paw when he extended it, Vezz glanced up at his old friend, and Garrus could only chuckle faintly. "Thank you. I'll remember that. Take care of yourself, all right? I can only drag you out of the mists by your ears so many times."
Again, Vezz snorted, shaking his head slightly. "Let's hope the one time was the only time. Good luck, old friend. We'll keep in touch."
