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Malek Deneith:
- No, no, I insist. I promised to do as much if he doesn't "wake up", and I insist on keeping my promise - Laz replied with a maniacal smile on his face then began to carry the priest with Halsted's help - Alright, he goes down on three. One... two... THREE!!!

Melon:
Marcus looked a while at Laz and Halsted take away the large chunk of metal that was the techpriest. Without looking at the psyker, he said:
"Lady Pass, I think you are overreacting. Of course, you are right that lady Sophia could send her best troops to blot out the occultists. But will she send them everywhere? Chaos is gaining more and more power and we are its main enemies. How can we face it without, as I should say, proper training?"

Cleric waved away the smoke emitting from psyker's stick
"The only way to overcome Chaos is to train such humble servants as us to overcome. Now you may say, that you already want to fight the Chaos Gods, but I am not ready for that. This just would be worthless. Let us treat this mission as an apprenticeship. And should not we forget that by contant training one can become a master. Time will reveal how much we are worth"

Marcus glanced at Pass
"And ignorance is the armour of the blessed. But can you win a battle only with armour?" - Marcus made a pause to make his point.

Xander Morhaime:
"Certainly works for Regiments of Armour in the Guard," Halsted pointed out with a grin, once the noise of tech-priest in garbage chute had died away. "Enough of it and you can roll over pretty much anything."

Silhar:
"Hey, wait, can I take his weapons before you- Eldanesh...", Silharriel tried to stop his fellow men from disposing of waste, yet possibly didn't manage to do so.

Hearing Pass's muttering, he gave away a short sigh, yet didn't answer. Sophia's surely not Eldar, for none of them would cause so much pain to his brethren. Then there came a painful flashback of the moment in torture chamber, which almost threw the Outcast on is knees. He hissed silently, dominated by the vision and trying to remain conscious, coughing and choking on the lho-smoke.

When the feeling passed after a minute or two, he grazed his almost-weeping eyes, then stood up and pronounced :

"The knowledge is like a blade, its edges even more sharp than The Khaine's Sword. No wonder that unprepared to wield it cut themselves to death. One has to balance between the sword and the shield. Or, you know, he might as well take a meltabomb instead. To his head.", he added after a while. "If our fate is to die, then so be it. Seems like I have no choice at all. And so you, mon-keigh. We are all slaves of some greater power, though it is not always visible at a first glance.", he stated, at this point feeling a bit reprieved.

"And, believe me, our mistress is not of the Eldar. Dare not to ask how did I know."

Xander Morhaime:
"Well, she doesn't have those ridiculous ears, for starters," Halsted pointed out, in a matter-of-fact voice.

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