"A good soldier follows his Commanding officer's orders, a friend attempts to make them accurate to their dying wishes. Then again if someone ripped your friend here limb from limb, left them half alive, and he asked you to win, wouldn't you try?" He rebutted, watching the two across from him. They were mind games, good ones too, and Garrus while irritated was keeping focus on their words.

"I could say the same for you, you eat poison and I've had more humans try to murder me in cold blood here than anyone else. You're no better than anyone else in this hole."