[ It absolutely infuriates her, hearing all this from Garrus; someone she's never met. How dare someone assume so much---and be absolutely right about it. She's clenched her jaw shut, hearing all this from a total stranger, hanging on to that last thread of decency and social construct she'd been trained to have as a potential monarch.

It's like really, really bad medicine. ]

Well----if there's any kind of justice, I haven't seen it yet.

Besides, it's not justice if I just expect it. I'm not entitled to it. You may think differently, but---but that's you.

[ And she sours, knowing she's only trying to shut him down, negate his positive attitude. ]

Listen---you're really kind. And optimistic. And you remind me of someone.

[ She sours further, pursing her lips. Of her sister? A little. But more of her father.

There's one thing she's hung up on though---

you're not a monster. ]

...And you're perceptive. So the next time anyone tries to kill you, you---just.

Don't let them.