[ Heinrix is no stranger to such tortures, to the misery that comes from a slow, aching death. He sees it, and by the Emperor, he feels it in their blood, something he can barely keep from tapping into. Not to soothe the pain — for Heinrix does not even think of soothing it — but as a masochist, it is to feel their death, as if another on his soul will add to the tally, and be his to number.
The Drukhari will not, of course, remember this nobody. Normally Heinrix would not either, because they were the rabble, he was correct about that. He does not think of the victims of random Xenos atrocities to be something to strike into his ledger.
It is because he is watching them. Because he also knows the Lord Captain will not. ]
Every being under the Emperor's Light is given the opportunity to thrive. However, the reaches of man are far, and the further they become from his light, the more pathetic they become.
[ It's practiced, of course. The Voidborn so often were rabble. Of the people who would be taken, they are the least useful.
But he still rankles, thinking of Marazhai taking them. It grows colder even still, the sprinkling of ice and frost on the walls. ]
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The Drukhari will not, of course, remember this nobody. Normally Heinrix would not either, because they were the rabble, he was correct about that. He does not think of the victims of random Xenos atrocities to be something to strike into his ledger.
It is because he is watching them. Because he also knows the Lord Captain will not. ]
Every being under the Emperor's Light is given the opportunity to thrive. However, the reaches of man are far, and the further they become from his light, the more pathetic they become.
[ It's practiced, of course. The Voidborn so often were rabble. Of the people who would be taken, they are the least useful.
But he still rankles, thinking of Marazhai taking them. It grows colder even still, the sprinkling of ice and frost on the walls. ]
How many of this rabble will sate you, Xenos?