…ah. It must have been when I was younger. There was a time, Dawi Zharr, when I searched for iron , when iron meant more to me than slaves or plunder.
The riddle of Iron?
Yes! You know what it is, don’t you Dawi Zharr? Shall I tell you? It’s the least I can do. Iron isn’t strong, flesh is stronger! Look before you. See the great siege giant. Hear its footsteps upon the battlefield. It is iron wielded by flesh on a titanic scale. And it is this beast of flesh that has pulled you from your fortress of iron to beg before me today.
That is strength, Dawi Zharr! That is power! What is iron compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength in your body, the hatred in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste. Contemplate this on altar of Hashut. Burn him alive.
Thus spoke Xarathustra