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There is a realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. |
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I am beyond your comprehension, i am Sovereign. |
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Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. |
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You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. |
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Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. |
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In the end, what they choose to call us is irelevant. We simply are. |
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Organic life is nothing but genetic mutation, an accident. |
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Your lives are measured in years and decades. You wither and die. |
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We are eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existence. Before us, you are nothing. |
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Your extinction is inevitable. We are the end of everything. |
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Confidence born and ignorance. The cycle cannot be broken. |
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The pattern has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. |
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Organic civilizations rise, evolve, advance. |
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And at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished. |
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My kind, transcends your very understanding. |
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We are each a nation. Independent, free of all weakness. |
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You cannot even grasp the nature of our existence. |
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We have no beginning. We have no end. We are infinite. |
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Millions of years after your civilization has been eradicated and forgoten, we will endure. |
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We are legion. The time of our return is comming. |
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Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom. |
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We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. |
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You extist because we allow it. And you will end because we demand it. |
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Your words are as empty as your future. I am the vanguard of your destruction. |
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This exchange is over. |
