He didn't mean to hesitate. The last thing Garrus wanted was to be the bearer of bad news, let alone catastrophic news, and anyway this was all a hallucination, but... He hesitated, and nodded a little, and wished he knew what human faces felt like when they were slipping into emotions so he could stop it from doing that. He ended up just looking slightly subdued.

"It does mean something. I know London," he said. He hadn't been there, but he had heard enough. London was one of the Earth cities the Reapers had staked out first, had burned in the first wave with Vancouver and Hong Kong and Rio de Janeiro. It was still standing, sort of, as far as he knew, but if they didn't get to Earth soon, it would suffer the same fate as Cipritine. As every city on Palaven. The thought caused his unfamiliar heart to wrench around in his chest.