You pathetic little twits! Did you really think you could knock down what I've built?!
It's over, Sentinel! You can't escape the truth!
What truth? That I plucked the cogs from your newborn chests, forced you to mine so I could pay off the Quintessons and live like a king?! None of that matters! [engages his battle mode] Because the truth... IS... WHAT... I... MAKE IT!

