Corvus: Imagine somewhere calm. Imagine somewhere safe. Imagine yourself in a frozen forest...
John Taylor: Outcome: train go boom.
John Taylor: You don't understand, do you?
Hendricks: Taylor? What the fuck are you doing? You sold us out! You gave up classified information to the enemy!
John Taylor: I told the truth. Behind a slick corporate front the CIA conducted illegal human experiments. Experiments that would one day blow up in their face leaving hundreds of thousands dead, and even more left to suffer in the aftermath. Ask yourself, who's the bad guy in this situation? The people who survived the catastrophic event right on their doorstep, or the fucking suits and yes-men who covered it up? The Immortals built a society, however flawed, when the rest of the world looked away and left them to rot. Maybe they do want revenge. Maybe they just want justice. Either way, you can't deny that their anger... is righteous.
Hendricks: Good, I was in the mood for a fight!
Hendricks: Watch your step! You don't want bad weather to be part of your epitaph.
Goh Xiulan: I swore vengeance. You built your walls to contain the weak and the sick. You turned your back on them. Forgot about them. Today, the children of your apocalypse will reap their vengeance upon those who stood by and watched them die. You brought this upon yourself.
Lt. Khalil: We'd hoped you'd bring reinforcements. Drones, robots, munitions... anything.
Player: Winslow Accord resources have been stretched thin in the wake of the recent intelligence leaks. But we have bigger problems. Your prisoner may have vital information on the men responsible for the NRC's latest attacks. If we apprehend them, we'll be able to ensure more support for your army.
Hendricks: That's the polite way of saying shit's fucked up for everyone. You want help? Get in line.
Lt. Khalil: Our men are ill-equipped to deal with the NRC's robots.
Rachel Kane: What's your operational strength?
Lt. Khalil: We have less than a thousand men, a dozen armored vehicles, and a squadron of VTOLs. Essential supplies are low.
Player: How are you still holding on?
Lt. Khalil: You can thank Raul Menendez.
Rachel Kane: There are some things you can endure... some things you can survive. This isn't one of them.
Corvus: I was born in the minds of others. A brief moment of agony... then darkness.
Sebastian Krueger: Do you have any idea just how much technology has changed every single aspect of our daily lives? You can't begin to imagine the countless strains of research and development we had to watch over for the betterment and safety of the human race. Every new gimmick and gadget that was embraced by the public, each one presented new ways for our enemies to compromise our security. Society doesn't just happen. The people need to be protected. If the only way to prevent future attacks is to monitor the thoughts and desires of the population, then the choice is obvious. We need to know who our enemies are and what they are planning! That is how we save lives!
Corvus: I. Am. Not. A. Mistake!
Hendricks: Time to kick some fuckin' ass!