And this... this... is my punishment.

Before you I place a choice. Walk through the blue door and continue to face yet more failures at saving those closest to you. Your race will live on borrowed time and will, through your violent arrogance, wind up extinct. Walk through the red door, however, and I will release the humans whom I have collected. I will give them amnesty and even a ship from my fleet to do with as they see fit. However, in choosing this door, you will willingly submit yourself to execution. This is the moment where you can prove to be the savior of humanity, or its absolute destroyer.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

Bullets don't distinguish between tough and weak.

If the rules of physics no longer apply in the future, then god help you.