"My story is a long one, ending in the state I'm in now, I'm missing an eye, I've been shot, beaten with shock batons, I've pounded on that medbay door for so long the flesh on my arm has rotted and died off, and as of the destruction of corra, everyone I care for is dead, long dead. Your sword is splattered in the blood of one of the final wisps, luckily none of your kind will care. They will see it as a genocidal trophy, will they not?"