The funny thing is how well Garrus knows Koby, even this powerful, glowing version of him -- there's a streak of youthful pride he never completely outgrew, a willingness to only be soft and at ease around certain people. The impression he makes is very important. He has a godly persona to uphold, okay?

But he doesn't mind the ruffling, the affection. Sometimes Koby goes months without anyone touching him, even just a hand on his shoulder or a friendly nudge. He doesn't always realize how much he's missed it.

"I've been -- feeling odd lately," he admits, tossing another stone, then another, smooth and unceasing, some of the stones gilded with silver, some not. "Like...restless, inside."