"You’ll find him, Shepard."

"I know." Confident as she was, she sounded far away, deep in thought. Garrus made a noise in his throat, a wordless question. Shepard watched the horses in the corral for a few moments before she spoke.

"He won’t win. We’ll get him." She narrowed her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder if I make the right choices, if I won’t end up becoming the thing that I hunt."

Garrus was silent a moment, “Well. That’s why you have us.”

Shepard looked over at him with a fond smile. “You got me there.”