"And yet we inherited it from you! You flit about on your craftworlds, watching your holdings decay, always in retreat, always defending. No match for the Eternal Crusade, no match for the pure hatred of humanity. Your kind are old and feeble, no match for the vitality and dynamism of humanity. The Emperor rules the galaxy, and you are a spent power. I do not understand how you all manage not to choke on the bitterness of this fact."