"Corrigan is at peace. His path, or how closely I walk in it, doesn't matter here," he says in reply to Dick.

"If it did, I'd think he'd approve. The Spectre is beyond bureaucracy, beyond the worldly binds that interfere with justice. All the murderers, rapists, and traitors simply face an earthly taste of their eternal punishments. Is it any wonder that two of my longest-lasting hosts, eager to apply the rod, were once officers of the law?"

The Spectre looks up from the distractions and sees Garrus coming. He swats at him with a massive hand.