Tell those who come after us not to stay. The ships are gone. There is no way through. No passage. Tell them we are gone. Dead, and gone.

Our empire is not the only empire. We’ve seen that now.

Don’t indulge your morals over your practicals.

Survival is a nasty piece of business. But we do what we have to do.

Friend, mother, lover, all the things they say a ship is to a captain and they miss the only thing that matters. Confessor.