"Of course," Kaidan points out, a twinkle appearing in his eyes while the corners of them crinkle and crack his face paint. "Reassuring me that I'm not crazy and that you understand where I'm coming from is exactly what a good psychologist would be doing... but what do you make of all this?" he wonders, hands waving to take in the final stage of the discernment garden, their hosts, the planet, and the Cetagandan Empire by extension.