[The point was to kill. Garrus stares for a moment after Noh-Varr's moved away to pick up the shille, still processing that. The point was to kill, and Noh-Varr knew?

He follows Noh-Varr in quietly. He's supposed to not judge too quickly but it gets so very hard sometimes. Once inside, Garrus sits down on Noh-Varr's bed, tired.]

Why would the point have been to kill him? They're friends, more than friends. And he's wandering around angry and...

[Garrus trails off, shaking his head yet again.]