
I hate to interupt this - to you no doubt - important moment, but I cannot not notice and fail to comment on your state of health. I think there is something the matter with you.
Heh, aren't you a weirdo. Not exactly how I had envisioned this in my grand plans of restoring family honor. But I guess having a screw loose is what it takes to be "good" in this rotten world. (he mimicked quotations marks with his fingers when saying "good")
(the batarian starts wheezing)
Might as well indulge the nut. Well, thanks for noticing. It's the Red Sand we were carrying. The whole crate must've to have been blown to hell when we rammed this little escort of yours. I'm horribly allerigic to that filth. It's ironic really. It was there during our first petty dealings; it's what first got me and my brother on the wrong side of the law - not like that's an easy thing to avoid for a batarian in citadel space. And it's here killing me off whilst I'm talking to the amnesiac idiot who killed my brother.
(the batarian coughs hard)
...Bleghhh. I've lost the motivation to shoot you now. You're a clown, a baby. It'd be meaningless.
You're a good person too it seeems to me. I-
*gunshot*