He gets it, and she can see that he gets it in the way his eyes go a little distant and in the set of his frown. The vast, terrible nature of the universe, and the comparatively microscopic mote of dust that humanity occupied within it; that was the real existential crisis, right there.

But he doesn't take a minute to be daunted before he's back in the saddle.

Leave it to Shepard to encounter by chance the one prodigy mind in all of possibly-ancient magic-China that has the curiosity and the courage to handle spaceflight without a hitch. How did this keep happening? Was it something about her face? Did she just exude all the precocious fools come find me energy? God, what Tali would make of this guy...

"Good hunting, Wei Wuxian," She slaps him on the shoulder, a warrior's mark of good regard, and stands to dust off her pants, "Remember what I said about revolution."

And that, or so it seems, is that.