FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE WEAKNESS OF MY FLESH, IT DISGUSTED ME. I CRAVED THE STRENGTH AND CERTAINTY OF STEEL. I ASPIRED TO THE PURITY OF THE BLESSED MACHINE.
YOUR KIND CLING TO YOUR FLESH AS IF IT WILL NOT DECAY AND FAIL YOU. ONE DAY THE CRUDE BIOMASS YOU CALL A TEMPLE WILL WITHER AND YOU WILL BEG MY KIND TO SAVE YOU.
BUT I AM ALREADY SAVED. FOR THE MACHINE IS IMMORTAL.