
Well, well, I see you are very distressed by some matter which you take to be related to me, and as I gather you attack me in a noble spirit, to vindicate a brother's death - very noble indeed. But you see, I truly do not know how I have anything to do with the matter.
Now I do not categorically deny any involvement, for you see I have recently suffered a rather acute loss of memory, so it would be imprudent of me to do so. But I cannot even remember my name at this mo. One big nasty kerfuffle the whole thing's been.
The batarian seems stunned at your revelation. But he soon shakes it off.
You're a clever one. Or perhaps you're being honest. Small difference. If I don't take this opportunity, there may be none. Eh, I even doubt I'll be making it out alive myself. This wreck is going down in a matter of minutes. And even if I made it back alive, I can't count on a warm return welcome from the Suns. Treachery is the one insult they won't forget.
The batarian lowers his weapon very slightly.