[ Roxas has never had a lot of hugs in his life. Part of it was its incredible brevity, but also the company he has kept. There's the cult where he was just a tool, and now the CDC where he might also be just a tool. Although he doesn't feel that way when Garrus gives him or a hug, or when Kino tells him they're so glad he's himself, or when Armada had told him he'd been capable of getting his own heart back all along.

He just leans into Garrus, chin tucked down, ]

All of this was.. pretty wrong. [ Although it's hard to articulate what's so different about Ajna versus Macha. Hard to explain the difference between this and the way he's always gone world to world killing things, fighting monsters, having to deal with atrocities. ] The Neraki shouldn't... have done that. It was cruel. And horrible.

[ And then he twists so he can just press his face into the dark space against Garrus's side, ]

But this guy in camp was kicking around one of their bodies and stomping on it too. That wasn't better.

[ Maybe just talking about it makes him feel better, in its own way. Maybe not, because he adds miserably, ]

The smell is horrible.

[ All the bodies. And the burning flesh. ]