You came here seeking answers to questions that have clearly haunted you, but you've provided me with more intel than you realize. You have a source, one who was closer to the events than you were.

[ For obvious reasons.

Saren sounded critical and disapproving, like he was lecturing Nihlus after a mission gone awry. Nihlus confirmed several of his suspicions at once - that Nihlus still trusted him to some degree even now, that he had some sort of resource who had knowledge of him and his actions after death, and that he knew about the Reapers. There could only be one possible source for such intel and the logical conclusion Saren reached was that Shepard or her crew must be involved somehow. It wouldn't surprise him. Shepard was always interfering somehow. She was vermin who he couldn't get away from. ]

I was never hellbent on destroying organic life. I meant to save it. Did your intel indulge that much?

[ Saren met Nihlus' eyes with equal hardness. He never thought he'd be in a position where he'd be judged by a buried memory, but he would not deny or lie about his actions. ]

I have nothing to convince you with but my own words, and even then I am not sure I trust them. I am hardly convinced myself, yet here I am.

[ There. An olive branch. A little taste into Saren's doubts and fears. ]