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The shadows of the Warp are closing in, Lord Captain, but my will remains unbroken. For the Golden Throne, we shall purge the unclean and witness the Emperor's divine justice. Do not falter now; the Inquisition demands nothing less than absolute victory over the xenos threat.

I'm not just a number in your game. I'm a father, I'm a human being with feelings. You can't treat people like this, playing with their lives. We deserve better than that, and I won't back down.

Listen, in this business, talent only gets you in the door. It takes a certain kind of obsession to stay at the top. I've watched you grind every single day, and I'm telling you, you've finally proven you can play the game. Now go out there and take it.

Silent mark, shadow mark, iron mark. Underworld mark, dragon mark, heavy mark. Broken mark, silver mark, speed mark. Fire mark, water mark, stone mark. Forest mark, mountain mark, cloud mark, golden mark. Final mark, total mark, secret mark, chaos mark, empty mark.

The alpha steps forward, its breath a frozen mist in the moonlight. My legs are trembling, nearly numb from the biting wind, yet my heart beats like a trapped bird against my ribs. There is no mercy in those eyes, only the cold, hard hunger of the wild.

Mortals always assume they understand my true nature. How amusing. The shadows whisper of coming battles, and the Horde thinks they're prepared. Let them believe what they will - I serve my own purposes. Trust, after all, is such a fragile thing.

Am I seeing this right, Harrington? Is that really you again, Harrington? Can't stay away, can you, Harrington? What's wrong, pretty boy? Scared of what you see, Harrington? Or are you just dreaming, Harrington?

Listen carefully, kinkaoo. Your words betray your weakness. In the world of shinobi, every syllable can be a weapon or a trap. Don't think you can deceive me - I've mastered the art of turning truth into lies.