[ He barks out a laugh for the question before Heinrix even finishes, and the smug sneer easily returns. ]
No... No, I know well that you do not. I remember the sting of your weapon well. [ He cants his head as his fingers thrum on one of the hilts of his blade. ] Just as I am sure you remember mine.
[ ...Granted. Referring to their previous scuffles was only meant to rile Heinrix up, since for Marazhai, they were an embarassing loss as a whole. Every time he'd crossed paths with the Rogue Trader and her retinue, it hadn't exactly ended in his favor... Save for what brought him upon this sickening ship, perhaps, but even then. It didn't exactly feel like a victory to be here.
Perhaps that's why he's glad for this little "break" where Heinrix has chosen to indulge his curiosity. It helps soothe his own distaste at being here at all. The thruming hand stops, since it's not meant as a serious threat so much as a theatrical punctuation to his words. ]
Mm... But that is why you mon-keigh are pitiable. So small. So constrained. [ He clicks his tongue, and his gaze pointedly drifts to the nearest piece o regalia from the Imperium, but that part is left to implication. He's back to Heinrix quickly enough. ] Why separate your bloodshed from pleasure? Calling it necessary or for a purpose. What excuses.
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[ He barks out a laugh for the question before Heinrix even finishes, and the smug sneer easily returns. ]
No... No, I know well that you do not. I remember the sting of your weapon well. [ He cants his head as his fingers thrum on one of the hilts of his blade. ] Just as I am sure you remember mine.
[ ...Granted. Referring to their previous scuffles was only meant to rile Heinrix up, since for Marazhai, they were an embarassing loss as a whole. Every time he'd crossed paths with the Rogue Trader and her retinue, it hadn't exactly ended in his favor... Save for what brought him upon this sickening ship, perhaps, but even then. It didn't exactly feel like a victory to be here.
Perhaps that's why he's glad for this little "break" where Heinrix has chosen to indulge his curiosity. It helps soothe his own distaste at being here at all. The thruming hand stops, since it's not meant as a serious threat so much as a theatrical punctuation to his words. ]
Mm... But that is why you mon-keigh are pitiable. So small. So constrained. [ He clicks his tongue, and his gaze pointedly drifts to the nearest piece o regalia from the Imperium, but that part is left to implication. He's back to Heinrix quickly enough. ] Why separate your bloodshed from pleasure? Calling it necessary or for a purpose. What excuses.