Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh, you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.
There is a realm of existence, so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I, am beyond your comprehension. I, am Sovereign.
"Reaper?" A label created by the Prothean's, to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they chose to call us is irrelevant... we simply, are.
Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Your lives are measured in years and decades, you wither and die. We are eternal, the pinnacle of evolution, and existence. Before us, you, are nothing. Your extinction is inevitable. We, are the end of everything.
Confidence born in ignorance, the cycle cannot be broken. The patten has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. Organic civilisations rise, evolve, advance and at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished.
The Prothean's were not the first, they did not create the 'Citadel', they did not forge the 'Mass Relays' they merely found them. The legacy of my kind.
Your civilisation is based on the technology of the Mass Relays, our technology. By using it, your society develops along the paths we desire.
We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it, and you will end, because we demand it.
My kind transcends your very understanding, we are each a nation, independent, free of all weakness. You cannot even grasp the nature of our existence.
Your words are as empty as your future, I am the vanguard of your destruction, this, exchange, is over.
Shepard kisbaba korában nem szarta magát össze ennyire, mint Sovereign szövege közben... :P