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[Garrus never really held any qualms with teaching kids how to shoot. In turian culture, everybody--citizen-aged or younger--knows the ins and outs of military equipment. It's what made their society so secure and well-defended. Anyone who dared to try and take a turian home was due for a healthy dose of bad times. Reapers included.]

[However, Garrus could also tell when interest in armory went beyond practicality and well into more concerning areas.]

[So it's during another lesson that Garrus, while setting up new targets, brings up the topic.]

So you never told me why you wanted to learn how to shoot.

And don't give me any of that "I wanna help save the world" crap. We both know that's not it. At least not entirely.

[ If Glitch was ever had good intentions such as saving the world, there clearly hell hadn't just frozen over, it had several ice ages and a few biblical floods. He had hoped that his reasons could be kept to himself, no question whatsoever. However, this is the dino alien man he's working with here and he already had a strong feeling this conversation was going to be breached at some point. Glitch had just hoped it was after the lesson, not before.

He had just been sitting on the ground, a pistol he had been given laying on a sheet and in parts. Obviously there were no bullets. No ammunition until the lesson started and that was only if the gun had been properly cleaned.

He's in the midst of cleaning when asked, and he only slightly looks up from the gun to Garrus with a cocked brow.]

Does it really matter about the why? I just wanted to learn. Don't see there being anything deeper than that.

[ But there was more to it. More than he would like to get into. It would mean having to come to a more personal level with the other and well...getting personal was never really Glitch's strong suit. ]

It does.

[Garrus taps the hilt of a pistol hanging from his waist with a clawed finger, the thulium laced carapace sounding off a muffled clack.]

See this? This is a tool that can be used for a bunch of different things. You can use it to defend someone--yourself included--or to cause some serious, uncalled for damage.

Learning how to use it doesn't just come at a whim. There's always a reason behind it. Always.

[ There's a small narrowing of the eyes, a clenching of teeth close to wanting to grind together. What reason did he have? There were plenty. He had his powers ripped from him in this place from time to time. People who were way stronger than him who could bat them off like nothing or even normies who found a way around them.

It was scary. Scary to know that if his powers weren't there? He was completely defenceless. His fingers twitch a bit, now gripping a little more tighter on the cleaning equipment he was using for this pistol. It's fine. Just don't give him the full answer unless absolutely necessary, he thinks. Maybe he'd accept some bullshit about being a hero for justice or something. Half the people here seemed to spout that nonsense a lot.

But, Garrus was different. He could see through a lot of that phony bullshit, especially if it was Glitch who said it. He knows he hasn't given off much of what you'd call an aura of optimism and innocence. So how to answer?

Finally, he exhales, rolling his shoulders to look at the pistol's piece to clean it. At the very least he wouldn't have to look at Garrus in the eye when he dropped a half truth; ]

Maybe I just want to know other ways to fight. Nothing wrong with that is there? [ Probably not. Maybe. ]

In theory, no, there isn't. In fact, I'd advocate for it.

[Even if Glitch averts his eyes, Garrus' hawkish gaze continues to burrow through him, piercing through years and years of layers that the kid has built up to protect himself. It isn't the first time he's seen this kind of thing, and, sadly, he's pretty sure it won't be the last. That's what got Garrus the most during times of war and strife--the kids that got wrapped up in the mess that the adults caused but still couldn't handle.]

But there's a respect that has to come with it.

[ His eyebrows arch confused at Garrus' words. Respect a gun? It sounded bizarre. It's like asking him to respect a robot or a piece of machinery. Why did it matter? It's not like they had feelings. If Garrus tried to convince him otherwise he'd just call them crazy.

There's a small shrug he gives as he finishes off cleaning the last part of the gun, not beginning to put it back together. His eyes still remain on the gun as he puts the pieces together and answers;]

It's just a thing. There's no need to get all sentimental about it.

[Glitch, honey, probably not the best thing to say to an alien whose culture literally says that everything has a spirit attached to it.]

[But Garrus lets that part slide. What he doesn't let slide, however, is Glitch's flippancy about weapons and guns in general. A society that understands the concepts and consequences of war instills a healthy respect for what could happen in its people, and Garrus, as someone who's been on the front lines on some of the most horrific battlegrounds the galaxy has ever seen, has had plenty of time and reason to keep up that healthy respect.]

[It's with that in mind that he places a clawed hand on the gun and bends his head so his gaze catches Glitch's.]

Wanna run that one by me again?

[ Oh no.

It's Garrus' stern and disappointed uncle look. Glitch falters a bit under the gaze, his usual expression of constant seriousness softens a bit, becoming more pouty as he shrinks away. His eyes look down and away mumbling a bit in agitation at the sheer closeness. Still, he grumbles back a; ]

Sorry.

[ But is quick to add; ]

Can we ...can we just get back to the lesson? [ because this guilt thing is not his thing and it's uncomfortable. Please stop. ]

Edited 2018-09-29 01:57 (UTC)

No, we can't.

[Stern and disappointed uncle is right, if Garrus' tone is anything to go by. He taps a single finger on the hilt of the gun and makes sure he doesn't break eye contact.]

Not until you actually get why I'm just a little upset right now.

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