Understand: I'm not blessed or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do and I do it.
Listen: Can you hear it? Even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in pods and ships and stations, in spawning centers and on planets and in all of space. For some pilots death is a release and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.
Know: That when the first target existed, I was there, waiting. When the last dies, my job is finished.
Realize: It's getting late and near closing time. I'll put the chairs on tables, turn out the lights, and close the floodgates on this river of blood behind me when I leave. -- Be humble, for you are made of earth. Be noble, for you are made of stars. -- Once more into the fray, into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day, live and die on this day.