“I came to ensure compliance with his will and his will alone” The way he spoke told her he meant either the emperor or malcador, or if she were politically informed, lord regent guilliman

“You say that but the Lord Corax let me be adopted into the nineteenth, and sent me here” He was not lying, that much she knew

“Do not reach for your weapons,nor call for your brothers, lest you mark yourself a traitor in the raven lords eyes”

“He was yet another soul to poison the legion, one of many who forgot the lesson the night haunter taught us”

“Are you so short lived that you know not how to listen? He is a traitor. He spilled the blood of brother and cousin alike, betrayed his oaths, and pledged to abominations you would be killed for learning of.”

“If you go searching for that motherless bastard I once called brother, know you will not return to the imperium of man.”

“There will be no records of Xarl.”

“Why should I tell you of such things?”

“Mad scientists don’t necessarily test on others”

“That belies the legions lesson” Behind his skull faced helm the man’s scarred lips split into a hateful sneer “You sound like Xarl, but at least Xarl remembered what it was to be a son of Curze.”

(That is not a reasonable price and phrasing maybe? My mind is broke as fuck so everything sounds a smidge sus)

“What sins were not committed? From murder to enslavement, and treachery Nostromo was not a kind place”

“The only punishment fit for those who decide they are above the law is an excruciating death”

“No evening is good for a nostroman”

“It is better they live in fear than or die in excitation than live to torture another soul”

“You would free the most vile criminals and set them loose on those who would abide by imperial law?”

Of the sinful and disloyal. Excruciation awaits those who break imperial law.

And yet you’re still arrogant

What is this coffee?

“Dispair, we have come for you”

It is only good when you remain fearful of punishment.

That is your greatest flaw. Unable to find a path that can retain thy mind for eternity,

The approach of the eighth… Cleans things up by itself, and ensures continued compliance.

I would still call them Aeldari filth

(What have you done?)

Skinned one of your execs. Did I skin the one you didn’t like?

You speak in the riddles of daemons. Nothing is best left unsaid. It gets in the way of the beautiful simplicity of war.

I at least acknowledge the barbarism and failure of my brothers and cousins. Without saying they’re not my blood.

A hypocrite then

He has, and always will, walk the path of the loyal warrior.

It is not the arrogant craftworlders he speaks of.

Then you must say the same of some of your kin xenos.

I will have that massive cloak of traitor faces.

Sounds… sarcastic.

Maybe xenos aren’t all despicable monsters

I’m disturbingly you? I’m a sadistic murderer with a twisted sense of justice, what the fuck makes that like thieves and assassins?

Disturbingly Nostroman

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He has no circadian rhythm.

We have come for you

“They know” It took him a moment to find the appropriate word, unused to speaking something other than Nostroman “Pathways that I do not. Oft when they appear somewhere it is where I am not”

“You claim the existence of false divinities here, and think I would be the why any traitor son is here? Divinity is the root cause of suffering and the anathema of peace.”

Nothing praetornatural is ever natures doing.

“Nothing can be peaceful now, you can thank my traitor kin for that”

The vines found a natural pain attempting to get within a distance to him. A natural effect of living without one’s own soul.

The soul died or is trapped in the body. The corpse is slave to the god of plague.

“He has been to every plain, in such a manner only he ever could’ve been.” He said, this time in his native tongue of Nostroman, she likely understood only pieces of his statement

“The emperor, like his sons, and some of their sons, do not belong to one plain alone, no being should” He had to narrow his eyes, not from suspicion, not from anger or hate, but because the world’s sun hurt his eyes, made to live in eternal midnight.

“Nothing that claims innate divinity can be trusted. No matter what plain you claim to occupy.”

Black eyes regarded her for a moment “Their deaths would not have been in vain if given in the emperors service.”