"Damn," she bit her lip more harshly. “Then I won’t fight you." It took her a moment to sort through her harried thoughts. “Remember when I told you I was starting to understand how you felt about the Code? Well, I might have an even better understanding now. My entire life has been dictated by conflict and violence. Now the war… And my sister."
Crossing her arms, she offered a shrug. “I also told you I understood why you were—and still are—so committed to hunting Morinth." Shepard sighed; the simple breath appeared to drain all the life from her. “My sister is still alive. The… Other one. Dara."
"It is an important thing to consider, Shepard. My daughter murders and destroys families and loved ones on her path for survival and power." Her eyes lidded just slightly, her violet lips pursed, "because of this I felt it was my duty to hunt her down. To swear myself to all of my people and many more she may hurt, for the mistake I made. To be a servant to all of those I indirectly harm is an honored task -- but a lonely one."
"Dara.... are you seeking my assistance, Commander?"
