Yes, yes, we admit all of it. Dishonor, treachery, breaching of the regent's trust. We did all of this so that all men and women throughout the known worlds may sleep in peace, knowing such terrible power is not all vested in one man. Perhaps we have sacrificed all of Cadavus, our star bases, perhaps even more. None of that matters. I allowed all other houses to see my devastating defeat so that they may better measure my decision to sully my family's name, to disobey the acting regent, to call into question my very trustworthiness. This is a great sacrifice I had to make, more than mere cities or resources or men. But there was no choice, Emperor Mainiac did not easily flow from my tongue. All of us combined could not meet this lord in battle so long as he wielded the Pancreator's blessings against us, even while he wars with the church! I am one of the two strongest houses, the other of course being the Li Halan. And we know he could have taken our empire piece by piece, bit by bit, with the power of those relics.
The blood of my brothers runs thicker than any agreements between far off worlds I make. I saw them die with my own eyes, I saw the invincible aura that which the battlemaster accompanied by relics permeated. And like a coward that cares nothing for Cadavus, he hid in the skies, he and his relics of war hid like scared children, because they were too afraid to protect the people Lord Mainiac so wishes to rule over. My actions were dishonorable, I admit it, but his as well. Do not listen to these pathetic eulogies for the departed battlemaster. My brothers were braver and more valiant men, they sat in the open, waiting for honorable combat, fearing no death, no unfavorable scenarios. They were true warriors. And this alleged great conqueror, with little to fear with his relics, was too afraid to stand as a man and face judgment in war. My people have shown deceit and treachery, but never cowardice. The galaxy is a better place without men such as Yi Teng.
Let the other houses curse my name. Let them insult the honor of my house. I was willing to accept all of it when I made my fateful decision. But in the deep of the night, I wonder if the Hazat, al-Malik and Hawkwood give quiet thanks to the sacrifice I have made. I wonder if they would not pray to the Pancreator for my salvation, to absolve my sins. Whatever the realm decides of me, they will know I did not take the easy way out, that I protected the realm from unchecked power. Above all else, my brothers did not die in vain.
(Turn sent)