I was there, the day that Horus killed the Emperor

I know that words cannot move mountains, but they can move the multitude - we've proven that time and time again. People are more ready to fight and die for a word than for anything else. Words shape thought, stir feeling, and force action. They kill and revive, corrupt and cure.

Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.

But my patience isn't limitless... unlike my authority.

Have you noticed we can breathe in here too? Gosh, I wouldn't have picked up on that.

If he speaks again without me knowing who he is, I will throw him out of the window. And I won't open it first.

We pick up the pieces, Donna. Some of them are broken.