VERY WELL. YOU SEEK TO MAKE WAR UPON ME. AND I AM ALL TOO HAPPY TO OBLIGE.
SET EVERY SCHEME YOU CAN CONCEIVE OF IN OPPOSITION TO MY GOLDEN DESIGN.
SPILL EVERY DROP OF BLOOD YOU HAVE AS YOU LAY SIEGE TO ITS FOUNDATIONS.
THROW EVERY SOLDIER THAT DARES TO RESIST MY WILL AT ITS WALLS.
POUR ALL THE WRATH, FURY, AND SPITE YOU CAN MUSTER INTO YOUR EFFORTS TO DEFEAT ME.
FOR THE CRIME OF OPPOSING ME, THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE FITTING PUNISHMENT: TO DIE KNOWING THAT EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER HOPE TO BRING TO BEAR WASN'T ENOUGH.
THAT EVEN WITH ALL YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND WITCHCRAFT AND GAMBITS, ALL YOUR STRENGTH AND FURY AND MARTIAL PROWESS, ALL YOUR TENACITY AND PATIENCE AND ENDURANCE, ALL YOUR PASSION AND LOVE AND HOPE, YOU ARE NOTHING WHEN MEASURED AGAINST MY WILL.
THAT MY END IS IMPOSSIBLE AND MY VICTORY INEVITABLE, AND NOT EVEN BRINGING THE WHOLE GALAXY TO BEAR AGAINST ME CAN CHANGE THAT.
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"...Inevitable?"
YES.
INEVITABLE.
"Not if we have anything to say about it, liar."