...U-uhhhm... I-I do, yes... I... I suppose you are not, uhhhm, a-an adherent as I had assumed...?
(Nervous wheezing.)
...Hundra... femton... Hundra... sexton... H-hundra... sjutton... hhhhh...
(His arms give out, and he flops over on the floor, panting quietly.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Sure, sure. I know it might be a little, heh, intimidating. Just give me a moment here...
-Stands up carefully and reaches back to take his helmet off, struggling a little bit with only having one hand-
-Looks vaguely... weird with how pale and clammy he looks-
-Sets his helmet down carefully, then starts unbolting the rest of it-
-Kinda odd how he's able to do all of it with just one hand to work with-
I AM AN AHDERENT, OF COURSE! I AM AN ADHERENT TO THE TRUE GOD! THE GAED MACHKT! YOU- YOU DAMNED HERETIC!
-Begins pacing around in circles-
You would presume to be the Gead Machkt? You dare...? Your hands have never built anything! Your eyes have never seen the inside of a Servitor! You know nothing about God, you know nothing about anything...!
-His voice has gone down to a deep, feral hiss-
You heretic... you glorified pagan...
Burn at the stake, you should burn at the stake... Hang from a tree branch and let the crows make better use of your flesh than having it slink about, spilling lies and nonsense... I can understand the pagan who knows not the true path, but your filth- you, who would know of the light and turn it to perversion- you are an atrocity... a whoremonger, whore- whore! Whore! Liar! Thief! I'll show you... show you what happens to whores under my watch, under the watch of the true God, the true Demiurge...
-Begins whispering to himself, patting his coat-
No fear be thine... O God, no fear be thine... I shall defend you, O God, I shall save you...
......
...W-wait, please...! I—I understand your—your reservations, about—about, uhhhm... this, a-and this is not any, uhhhm... I-I know the truth is often— uhhhm, difficult for—for the especially pious adherents of the world's religions to—to hear, but I— I am... I am merely stating the truth, a-and if you wish to raise your hand against me for— uhhhm— f-for this reason, having not spoken to me for more than maybe a minute if we're being generous, then—then this is your prerogative, a-and know only that... uhhm... i-it will avail you naught...
(Folds his arms and tries to look confident, despite the fact that he's beginning to shudder.)
…
...Hehhh... didn't even make it... to a hundred fifty...
(Trace amounts of dejection.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Good. They shall be punished fiercely for their... their greed and mammon- for their lust and their perversion... Those who should stand in the way of righteousness and goodness shall be crushed underheel...
-Is about to continue rambling when he hears Panos-
... You... would name yourself... Demiurge...? Before mine own eyes, you would name yourself Demiurge? Before mine own ears, you would name yourself God!? Is this correct? Is this the truth that is before me? Do you, Panagiotis Lucien Ibarra, name yourself Demiurge?