No one is fully defined by their species. No one even has to be defined at all by their species.

[This is starting to worry him a little. Noh has always been himself, bright and alive, not... detached. Not the way Noh's looked at his hands now, or the way he's talking.]

Your Supreme Intelligence lied to you. It used you. Is that what Kree are? Because in everything I've seen, you haven't lied, you haven't mislead.

[There's concern in his voice as he searches Noh's eyes.]

I'm a lousy turian... and I'm all right with that. Because I'm me. I wouldn't want to be a good turian. If I was, I wouldn't have half the friends I do, here or back on the Normandy. If I was, my world wouldn't have been as prepared as it was for the Reaper attack. And sure, here I'd be better. I'd be doing really damn well. I wouldn't have skated close to the edge, wouldn't have needed Armada and Warriorhead both to call me out before opening up my eyes, but... that's not me.

There's protection, and there's losing yourself. Protect, but don't stop being you. Because who you are...

[He shakes his head. Who Noh is, is the person Garrus has fallen for.]

Who you are is the most attractive person I've ever known.