Bro looks exhausted

*”From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.*
*I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.*
*Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you.*
*One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.*
*But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.”*

It’s been ruff, I tell ya.