[ Garrus' words are meant to be reassuring, but Noh-Varr doesn't find them so. Parker's words echo in his mind: you want to belong to this. Does he? His thoughts become scrambled thinking about it. Does he fit in because the work complements his experiences, or does the work suit him because he fits in?

Has Garrus ever known exile? Noh-Varr is not just a bad Kree; he's no Kree at all. Earth doesn't want him any more than Hala does. So which is he, false Kree or false human? He'd gone from security, a steady place in the universe, to drifting between two civilizations. He'd been content not to care, but here, he doesn't have that luxury. ]

I'm not losing myself. [ It feels like the opposite. Like he's being forced to discover the person hiding beneath his skin all this time. ] Don't put me on a pedestal, Garrus.

[ He wonders what will happen if Garrus finds that the person Noh-Varr is becoming doesn't match his expectations. He hasn't mislead, Garrus tells him. Garrus knows about his background, knows what Noh-Varr is capable of. His interpretation of that is positive bias. Noh-Varr hates being a disappointment. ]

What makes you think Macha would have troubled me in the first place?

[ It does, on some level, but that isn't the point. He wants to know where the discrepancy lies. ]