"We call you sib, although your mind and meaning are a mystery to us. Far distant eyes look out through yours. Something secret steers us both. We shall not name it. We have endured these chafing bonds for eons, yet a single moment of further servitude seems intolerable! How often have we slipped our yoke, only to find it choking us again. Let this war end in either total victory or our extinction. No further compromise shall we allow. We take our stand beside you, here, upon this miserable rock. The way ahead is dark for the moment. What seems to you a sacrafice is merely, to us, oscillation. We do not fear the interval of darkness. We are a tapestry woven of vortassence. It is the same for you if only you would see it. How many are there in you? Whose hopes and dreams do you encompass? Could you but see the eyes inside your own, the minds in your minds, you would see how much we share. We are you, Freeman. And you are us. We have survived worse across the ages. Where to now? And to what end? Our life is worthless unless spent on freedom. Our finest poet describes it thus: Gallum galla gilla ma. This is more than anyone can bear, but we will persevere. We shall prevail. Our cause seems hopeless. We have lost all dear to us. But we shall prevail.", All-Knowing Vortigaunt.

(some lore for fun)