Being partnered with Widow after their last few talks is ... strange. Not uncomfortable despite knowing a little bit more about who she is and how she operates, but uneasy. He can trust her to get the job done, that much he's certain of, but they might have some fairly irreconcilable differences considering methodology.

He can't worry about it too much right now. He's made his feelings on the matter clear, and they'll cross that bridge whenever they get to it. At the moment, he's got bigger things to worry about. His disguise may be holding up, but he's not whether or not the psi-blockers are going to cover an empath probing his surface thoughts instead of a telepath.

Knowing his luck, it probably won't. He's not the greatest actor in the world - or someone who can lie worth a damn, so he tries to build his response around the truth, and hope that makes it a little more convincing than it would be otherwise.

"I just don't know where else to go." Garrus says. It was strange hearing his disguised voice - it was higher, more musical than he'd probably ever sounded in his life. Fortunately, the bitter, tired edge he was hoping for is there. "I've lost almost everything that matters to me," he glances over to the Widowmaker's disguised form, and then back to Maynard, "Being here - being with all of you - is the only thing that makes sense to me anymore."

It sounds good to his ear, but he may not be the best judge of that. It's only half the battle either way. The real test is what Maynard feels in his mind.

So he thinks back to Omega, when he found his team dead and butchered. He thinks back to the Normandy burning and falling apart around him, knowing that Shepard went down with the ship, and having Sidonis in the sights of his rifle. Everything that makes him feel worthless, and stupid, and empty inside.

Hopefully it works.