Widowmaker kept her hand on Garrus when he shuddered and the play of emotions moved over the face his disguise gave him. She remained silent for a long moment before she squeezed his leg a little.

"Just let it roll off you; it is in the past and matters not. You can bear anything once you let go and stare into the void of what is to come." Her voice was quiet, perhaps not even heard in the midst of his emotional torment, but it didn't matter; she was doing her job.