Thanks for that, but I'm not joining you.
From Create Your Own Story
YOU: Yeah, Ok, I gotta give you props for bringing me back from the dead and all, but I can't join you. I'm with the Alliance. Always have been.
THE ILLUSIVE MAN: I know you must be tired of hearing this, Commander, but you really don't have a choice. You need me. Without my transportation, you'll never be able to muster a team and stop the Reapers.
YOU: The Reapers? They're STILL hanging around?
THE ILLUSIVE MAN: Yup, but the Council still has its head up its ass.
YOU: Some things never change. What do I have to do to convince them, drag a reaper in there and smush it in their faces?
THE ILLUSIVE MAN: No, they'd just call it a "Unusually large Geth Flagship".
You both chuckle.
THE ILLUSIVE MAN: But onto the real problem: We're at war, but no-one wants to admit it. Colonies have been disappearing. HUMAN colonies, the only kind that matters. We think it's the Reapers.
You say:
