You will bow down before me, Jor-El! Both you and then one day - your heirs!
— General Zod, Superman
"It all goes back and back," Tyrion thought, "to our mothers and fathers and theirs before them. We are puppets dancing on the strings of those who came before us, and one day our own children will take up our strings and dance in our stead."
The sins of the father, they say.
Maybe. Maybe not. But we were always different. My brothers and I, we were never truly kin with the others — the Angels, the Wolves, the Ravens...
Perhaps our difference was our father's sin, and perhaps it was his triumph. I am not empowered by anyone to cast a critical eye over the history of the VIII Legion.
These words stick with me, though. The sins of the father. These words have shaped my life. The sins of my father echo throughout eternity as heresy. Yet the sins of my father's father are worshiped as the first acts of godhood. I do not ask myself if this is fair. Nothing is fair. The word is a myth. I do not care what is fair, and what is right, and what's unfair and wrong. These concepts do not exist outside the skulls of those who waste their life in contemplation.
I ask myself, night after night, if I deserve vengeance.
I devote each beat of my heart to tearing down everything I once raised. Remember this, remember it always: my blade and bolter helped forge the Imperium. I and those like me — we hold greater rights than any to destroy mankind's sickened empire, for it was our blood, our bones, and our sweat that built it.
Look to your shining champions now. The Astartes that scour the dark places of your galaxy. The hordes of fragile mortals enslaved to the Imperial Guard and shackled in service to the Throne of Lies. Not a soul among them was even born when my brothers and I built this empire.
Do I deserve vengeance? Let me tell you something about vengeance, little scion of the Imperium. My brothers and I swore to our dying father that we would atone for the great sins of the past. We would bleed the unworthy empire that we had built, and cleanse the stars of the False Emperor's taint.
This is not mere vengeance. This is redemption.
My right to destroy is greater than your right to live.
Remember that, when we come for you.
Someone dying isn't enough for revenge. They have to suffer. Don't you get it? And you can't suffer when you're dead. But I found someone who could suffer. Do you want to know who? The murderer's daughter, that's who.
— Yana Savari, Fingerprints
When do we get to stop reacting to our parents and start living for ourselves?
Drunk Tali, Mass Effect 3