Hyperion A man's seed can be his most brutal weapon. For generations, your people will stare into the eyes of their sons and they will see my likeness. I will be remembered in every glance, every smile, every tear that is shed for eternity. But before your baptism, understand that you are not drawn here to my flame... on instinct. But you ran here because you are a coward, and the world does not need anymore cowards. So I shall do this world a great favor: mark you as one of us... and rid you of your ability to populate the Earth. Traitor, although you will not hear them, your forefathers weep from their graves. For the future of their bloodline ends with you here tonight.
