Illyria : It can't be. It's gone. My world is gone.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Now you know how I feel.
Illyria : This is grief. I'm watching human grief - it's like offal in my mouth.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : If you stay here you'll taste it every day. Every second. Look. Humans rule the earth. They will last for millennia, like roaches crawling everywhere. Crying and sweating and puking their feelings all over you. Go back. Sleep until the humans are gone. They are stupid and weak. They'll kill each other off, and you can return to the world you deserve. Leave this shell.
Illyria : Your breed is fragile. How is it they came to control this world?