[She reaches up to put a hand on his shoulder, if only because it seems to ground her, the contact, the physical reality. I don't know if you're my Garrus. But you are Garrus and that's--the same thing. Near enough. I don't know. Countless worlds in parallel... She shakes the nagging thought from her mind.]

It's not about taking care of myself. I mean that I need to protect myself to protect you. As do you, for the rest of us. Because we're going to be caught up in the same trouble.

[None of us can afford to die for one another.] I was angry, but you won't be rid of me that easily. I... hope the same works the other way.