Grey was, admittedly, Garrus’ least favorite color.

It was easier when the world was black and white. Good guys were good, bad guys were bad. It was that sort of naivety that made the hero-type like him easy to control.

What did he do with this? When you did bad things, you deserved to be punished. But what happened when the ‘bad’ people were already being unjustly punished? How did he navigate this pool of grey?

He had arrested the thief in a surge of do-good energy. They stole; there could be no good out of that. He got a pat on the back for catching them. But… they weren’t like the other ‘bad’ people. Something about them was just, good. Undeniably. It was hard to understand.

He rubbed his hands together absently, almost nervously, looking at the thief. He had caught them again. Stealing food. How could he arrest them for wanting to eat? How could he deny them such rights? His head tilt over his shoulder before he gave a quiet gesture.

“Just go. Quick,” he whispered. He would pay for the food. They had enough trouble.