The storm blesses us on this day we endure all that you do to kill us you are nothing ,an insect compered to the bush campers you will die but we will live on. You are not Saren. 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 Protheans to give voice to their destruction....