[ That reminds him of a time, of Garrus telling him about his career. Once part of the force, and then leaving it to track down criminals independently of the police system. When the turian shares it, he can understand why he used the word respect than care. When he speaks, there's respect.

It separates the actual function of the weapon in Red's mind, but that quickly returns when he places the piece down and views the weapon - broken down - from his own position. It reminds him of certain people, but not officers. No one so lawful. ]

...Before I came here, the only people I saw using weapons in real life were criminals part of a group. When I think about this, I always...remember them.

[ And he shouldn't, he can't -- not if he's to go through with it. So he diminishes the thought, interrupts that line of thinking by picking up another piece. ]

You just clean it like this? [ Voice lifting, he points to the barrel. ] How do you clean this part? Doesn't the inside need cleaning the most?