You dare...? Of all the places in all the worlds, you choose to accost Doom in his own home... you dare? Fools!!

Everything is dying, and you find yourself - or perhaps better put, you placed yourself - at the very center of it.

That's the senitment of a plutocrat, Namor. The sentiment of the undeserving nouveau riche who fall backwards into money and therefore power. We are not that... we are aristocrats. We were born better.