Sovereign: This station is MINE!
Sovereign: The pattern has repeated itself more times than you can fathom. Organic civilizations rise, evolve, advance. And at the apex of their glory, they are extinguished. The Protheans were not the first. They did not create the citadel. They did not forge the mass relays. They merely found them. The legacy of my kind.
Shepard: Why would you construct the mass relays then leave them for someone else to find?
Sovereign: Your civilization is based on the technology of the mass relays, our technology. By using it, your society develops along the paths we desire.
Sovereign: Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. You touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding.
Kaiden Alenko: I don’t think this is a VI.
Sovereign: There is realm of existence so far beyond your own you cannot even imagine it. I am beyond your comprehension. I am Sovereign.
Sovereign: Reaper? A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they chose to call us us irrelevant. We simply…are.
Sovereign: We have no beginning. We have no end. We are infinite. Millions of years after your civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, we will endure.
Sovereign: Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident.
Sovereign: Your words are as empty as your future. I am the vanguard of your destruction. This exchange is over.