“Am I Garrus? Am I really?” Shepard stepped into his space, a fierce flame in her eyes as she shouted right into the turian’s faceplates. “You were going to kill someone who was already dead inside. Scared, defenseless, empty. Do you really want to live with that guilt?! This isn’t the Garrus I remember!” She gave him one final, soul-piercing glare before walking out of the main battery.

“I’m not the monster; you are.”