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Uigui stared into the glass eye-lenses of the angel. They looked back at him, neither judging nor condemning.
Uigui looked to his son. ‘An angel, eh?’ He smiled.
'A-a-a-are you proud of me, Da?’ said the boy.
Uigui nodded. He could think of no words to say to make up for the way he had treated his son. A look of idiot innocence made the boy’s features doughy, but Uigui could see the boy he had been, and the man he might have become. All that grief, all that hate, turned against the one he had loved. Now he had reached the end, he was numb to it all, and so very tired. Most of all, he was dumbfounded it was all over. Death was life’s great expected surprise.
His boy might still become the man he always hoped for. He might still.
‘What is your son’s name?’ asked the angel.
Uigui screwed up his eyes. ‘I am sorry.’
‘What is his name?’
‘Teus,’ said Uigui. ‘His name is Teus.’
A dam of sorrow broke in him. Tears welled at the corner of his eyes.
‘And what is your name, father of Teus?’
‘It is Uigui. I am Uigui, the water seller.’
‘Then, Uigui the water seller, do you accept the Emperor’s mercy?’ the angel asked in tones of infinite kindness.
Uigui closed his eyes. The grip of the angel’s hand on his head was cold and firm without being painful.
‘Yes,’ he whispered. ‘I accept. Teus, I am sorry. I am so sorry. I–’
‘Da!’
The angel twisted. The crunch of bone was sudden and final. Uigui’s head lolled on a broken neck
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The Emperor's golden legion strikes out from Holy Terra to deliver the Emperor's mercy to the traitors, the heretics and the xenos. DEATH!
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"We were never soldiers... To them, it must seem as if we are wrath incarnate. To them, it must seem as if we were created for destruction and nothing else.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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I have not summoned you for censure, but to speak earnestly. Rogal Dorn thought there was no higher purpose to the existence of the Astartes than the unification of Mankind. I see that in you also. And his determination. We -- I -- need men who fight bravely even when faced with great tragedy. I have seen with my own eyes in recent days how you inspire intense loyalty in those around you. And I see you hold duty above glory or vengeance. My brother would be proud. Reassemble your Chapter, Pedro Kantor, and look now to the future rather than the past -- the Loki System, and the Imperium entire, has need of you. Roboute Guilliman to Pedro Kantor M42.
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