Getting that tip from her source had proved that all those credits spent on surveillance were now paying off. Three days, and they would be heading out to investigate. Emma was excited to finally get the answers she was looking for, and put an end to the nightmares that left her sweating and unable to sleep. It felt good to be going after him when he had no idea what was coming. But she wouldn't harm him, for she still believed he could be a good man. In that time that they were travelling, she began to look for other signs that Saren was still alive. If she could be brought back then there was no reason he couldn't be brought back from the dead, too. But under what terms would someone want to bring back a dead Spectre who betrayed the galaxy, so to speak?

When she would pace the halls, she would often run into Garrus doing the same. He still gave her pleading looks, like a puppy might, but she had recently noticed that he had moved on, and that Tali had been spending more time with him, neither arguing. Or at least if they were it didn't appear that way when she had snuck in on Garrus trying to be smooth and pick something off her suit just so he could touch her. In a way, it suited him better to be looking at Tali.

As they made their way towards Omega once more, they had stopped just a few hours short to confirm that they had the right place, and so that they could reach the asteroid easily, fueling up. The night was given to everyone to do as they pleased, though Emma would only wander so far to the markets. She wondered if they had anything good for her to eat. Turians heavily lined the area, speaking in their own dialects when they could. She spotted a familiar silvery-grey carapace from a short distance away. That stance was familiar too. Her heart began racing and that voice tortured her; "Come find me" it practically screamed. The head turned and the bright blue eyes, unmistakable to anyone, were focused on her. She had clearly been spotted though she smoothly waved to make it look like there was someone else, and walked in that direction, careful to avoid him as he soon turned too. She counted to five before then following him. He lead her through the district, far away from anywhere she knew, and eventually into an empty alley, clearly knowing she'd followed him. He turned sharply to face her.

"What do you want, human?" He snarled, just the way she remembered. Did he not recognize her?

"Why aren't you dead?" She asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

"You would be surprised at how many truly care for me. I was taken away and saved, as you no doubt saw. You no doubt know what might have happened otherwise." He said, as his body turned, still slimmed, though surprisingly free of most tubes and wires. She assumed the few that were left were what was keeping him alive.

"I came looking for answers on behalf of the council. I can't promise anything- "

"You're wasting your time." He said, cutting her off.

"Why?"

"I don't deserve that kindness."

"You need to be responsible."

"Says who?!"

"I do!"

They went silent. Typical of them to disagree. She sighed and tried again, knowing her persistent attitude could help.

"Look. I'm under no obligation to take you. But perhaps all they want is answers. If you come with me, we can go to the Council when you're ready. We're docked at bay C-14." Emma said, turning to walk off. That was the best she could do. She felt his ice-cold stare following her until she was around the corner. Then she could only feel a small shudder works its way out. Nothing about this would leak to anyone or anywhere, not even to the journal she kept to herself to keep sane. Why she expected him to follow immediately was beyond her. He would think it through, she knew, but to which way he would lean was unpredictable. She would give him a few days until she would then attempt to capture him against his will. She wondered if he still had his biotics. As had become usual for Emma, she fell asleep at her desk when she found herself back on the Normandy. She was soon alerted by Jeff that she was needed. Expecting something bad, and unaware of how long she had been out, she groggily got up and headed towards the cockpit.

"You've got a visitor." He said right as those blue eyes flashed at her from the corner. She straightened up with another chill down her spine.

"That was fast." She said. He snorted.

"You consider 13 hours to be fast?"

"For the offer given to you, yes, that was fast." She said, narrowing her eyes, but turning to lead him away. "Let's see if we can find somewhere for you."

"So long as I'll be able to keep to myself, I don't care where it is." He said, picking up a small bag and following. Emma hadn't figured Saren to be one for sentimental items. Then again, how well did she really know him?

"You'll have plenty of space and time to yourself. Don't worry." She said as they stood at opposite ends of the elevator.

"Is there anyone I should know to avoid?" Saren asked, though whether or not it was a joke, she couldn't tell.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough for yourself. I can't say that I know you well enough to know." I said, not sure what his type might have been.

Somehow being nice to Saren was a bit hard at the moment. She wanted to punch him in the face and beat him to a blue pulp for just disappearing for years, and not taking responsibility for anything that he had done. And at the same time she knew that he couldn't have possibly believed what he was saying at the end of it all. After all he shot himself. He took his own life, to save her from a possible death that could have been coming. He was probably still adjusting to answering to a different name hardly scratching by on what she was sure was a mercs paycheck. That lifestyle couldn't have been easy. But, she would never know. Her life had always been handed to her on a silver platter until recently. She could admit safely that she knew how hard it was to turn a lifestyle around. He was making an effort to change at least. More than most would do.

When the doors opened, Emma led Saren into a solitary room that was off in a corner, but still around where most everyone was.

"Think this will do for you?" She asked, making that effort to be polite, grinding her teeth when her mouth shut again.

"It will do." He said, clearly struggling as well. Emma stood there for a moment as he threw his bag down.

"Feel free to come and talk to me or anyone else if you ever need anything." She said softly, turning to leave him alone.

"Shepard." He called out, before she got too far. She turned around to see him sitting on the bed, the excuse of eyebrows he had furled.

"Yes?"

"Why are you doing this if you aren't going back to the Citadel?" His voice changed suddenly. It wasn't cold and steely. It was a little warmer and considerably softer; Emma could hear the natural turian in Saren for the first time since they'd met. It took her a minute to respond, to remember the question.

"I think everyone who's been victimized deserves a second chance. Perhaps you more than anyone I've met." She replied, looking him in the eye, knowing that deep down he had never intended to do what he had done, nor had he truly been in control of it all. He accepted this and muttered a thank you before she turned to leave him alone for now. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard to get to know him better. After all, the better she got to know him, the better she could defend his actions. But what would she tell the council? How would she explain these trips she was making for seemingly nothing? At the moment she was under heavy scrutiny for working with Cerberus, her status on the verge of being revoked. And what would she say to them when they found out she had been harboring a fugitive? All these thoughts raced through her mind, and she would need to plan accordingly. Emma needed more sleep. She had passed Garrus and he seemed to hiss at her quietly. It was her imagination, surely.