"You think I want to kill you, Vakarian?" Rico says with a smile as he looks up at Garrus, their hands shackled together. "Now why would I do something like that? This is more than just a simple grudge. Despite what you may believe... you're on trial. You never denied the charges."

It doesn't matter that they're short on time. The terrorists are a secondary concern to what's standing in front of him, here and now. For something like this, Rico makes time.

"You think you're above it all. Better than what I do. More moral than my duty to pass judgement. I can tell." Down by his side, his grip on the gun tightens imperceptibly, and he wants nothing more than to tilt the barrel up under Garrus's chin and squeeze the trigger. But no, not yet. "Well let me tell you this. You're not. All I want is for you to stop lying to yourself." Rico tilts his head to the side. "And is that so bad?"