Dream. Not of what you are, but of what you want to be.
Greed and denial will seduce any destruction... even our own.
You will find no greater power than the simple thought of your own name inscribed upon a grave.
Why are these fools still breathing my air? This is unacceptable!
Time to shut you up for good!
Our long deathless winter has left us numb. Our wasted animal within, ugly and gaunt, hibernates beneath our shimmering beauty. Why do these Warframes stir us so? They burn with our lost desires, lost instincts.