Rebirth The Mass Effect is old. part 31-2

"The Alliance couldn't produce a trained Soul Healer. People don't even know about the existence of people like you." The Krogan shifted his heavy gaze to Liara. "I've heard that the Asari have someone like that, but they're nowhere near the true capabilities of a Healer."

Op-pa on... What interesting facts have suddenly surfaced...

"What makes you think I'm a Soul Healer?"

"I've been watching you work. I heard the words. Only a Healer can fix the damage done to the mind. You know exactly what you're doing. This is not a rescue based on instincts, but the work of an experienced craftsman who knows what he does and how he does it. You have received a complete and competent education. Not here."

"The logic is impeccable." I spread my hands.

"I don't care how or why you came into our world." Rex said calmly and steadily. "Your actions speak for you. I see what you're fighting for. I can see the decisions you're making. I see how you look at our world."

"How?" I asked with interest.

"As if it were your own home, without dividing it into states and species. And you're ready to defend this house." Rex inclined his head slightly. "I'm ready to stand by your side."

"Thank you, Rex. For..."

Rex waved it away.

"I get you. Don't explain the obvious to me." The Krogan chuckled. "I suppose the crested ones know?"

The Turians grinned in perfect sync. And well, exactly the same! Rex broke into a grin.

"I have no secrets from those who enter my inner circle." I smiled.

"Worthy." The red eyes looked at me with a slight malice. "I can understand your choice. As well as the reason you ran away from the Normandy."

Garrus looked a little embarrassed, which did not escape the eyes of others. Rex laughed out loud, and a moment later we were all laughing. Even Liara and Tali. The thin ice cracked and melted without a trace.

Rex is something! I didn't regret for a moment that I agreed to take him on board then. He's very intelligent, even though he tries to look like a phlegmatic blockhead. Then the conversation turned to meaningless chatter, and we no longer raised serious topics. Just friendly gatherings and conversations about nothing, which ended well after midnight, when we crept into the cabins.