Reapers. A label created by the Protheans to give voice to their destruction. In the end, what they chose to call us is irrelevant. We simply are. We impose order on the chaos of organic evolution. You exist because we allow it. And you will end because we demand it. My kind transcends your very understanding, we are each a nation. Independent. Free of all weakness. We have no beginning. We have no end. We are infinite. Millions of years after your kind has been eradicated and forgotten, we will endure.