"Is there any way to regain your people? Without consorting with demons, if you please."

"No... They lay in ashes, alongside their homes and shelters, now all that remains in our hearts is betrayal and hatred toward the fireteam... They murdered our people, they destroyed our homeworld without even a single political outreach... We reached out to their members with open arms... And that embrace was met with a dagger in the back. That's why we hid. That's why we rebuilt our former societies in the shadow of their empire... And they slaughtered us without consent. Hatred and greed boils in their hearts... And they aren't regretful in regards to the destruction of peoples, or their future well being. They are tyrants.... And can no longer be trusted. Their leader is killed and they start to mutilate each other like animals fighting for a carcass, the carcass of their future glory... But I digress, nothing can be changed as of now... my options may be varied, yet my decision is final... They can no longer the trusted"

"I am going to leave the Fireteam. Not because of your speech, I've been considering this for a while. What I am about to do...the Fireteam will not approve, to say the least. And when you say our leader is dead, you mean Sawyer?"

"Yes. The flock welcomes you, if you so choose. You will be given the rank of Shepard, and given a home in the barrows."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I need to see Icarus, and discover why I was given this fire, and to what end I should put it."