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Thank you.

You. Blessed are we who receive the emperor's light.

On your feet!

What is this place?

Did you not read the mission background, novitiate?

Perhaps I should not be surprised by your lack of diligence.

Oh, have grace, Ludmilla.

This is an old missionary cache.

One of several thousand, I'm sure.

It appears we are alone.

I saw a moment of faith in that stone.

True faith.

Permission to speak openly, Palatine.

I was not aware you had been holding your tongue.

But go on.

I wish I possessed your benevolence. Yet all I see is a liability.

She lost the relic. And did she not then find it?

A blessed feat in that storm.

Wouldn't you agree?

Perhaps.

Still, given its importance, the relic should stay with you or I as a

precaution.

No. Every soul...

must be afforded the opportunity for redemption.

This is Venthyr's act of atonement.

My mind is decided.

Search the storeroom.

And see if there's anything amongst this mess we can put to use.

Let us hope the saint smells upon us still.

At once, Palatine.

But first, I would ask something of you.

Was it faith?

The light in the storm?

Did we do that?

Did I?

Perhaps it was ordained. I cannot say.

All we can do is accept this blessing and strive to be worthy of it.

I... In the storm, I thought we were lost.

We were.

Venthyr.

It is only the lost who can ever...

truly find him.

It is in accepting this that we begin to find the path he would have us walk.

As you counsel, Sister Palatine.

I miss your guidance, Rexila.

I fear we are found wanting in your absence.

I have tried to lead them as best I can.

Ludmilla has courage and fervor, but it leaves her blind to

certain truths.

And, Saint, judge me.

I see potential in Venthea.

As you once saw in me, but I have been wrong before.

Perhaps our reunion at the Emperor's side will not be as long in

coming as either of us thought.

I hope my faith guides me to you.

I believe it will.

We have toyed long and hard to bring Canoness Rexilla to her rest, but we are

not done.

What have you found?

Demolition charges and a pair of magnoculars, still functional.

And this, a pain suppressor.

I would meet the Emperor clear-minded.

Sit with me.

Rexilla was my old...

Palatine, before she became canoness.

I've never met a braver and more faithful servant of the God Emperor.

She saw something in me that I could not see in myself.

I was far from the model novitiate. I made mistakes.

She offered me a chance at redemption.

Forged me.

into a better warrior, a leader.

Strength does not lie in the absence of weakness, but in the act of

purging it.

Rexilla taught me that.

I saw her in the storm.

Canoness Rexilla?

No. At least I don't think so.

Isabel Venn.

Then perhaps you will not face the trials ahead alone.

God Emperor, I beseech thee.

Take your faithful servant into your embrace.

Hold her up in glory everlasting.

Saint Arabella, I commit her soul to you.

May it find safe harbor by your guiding light.

I am carrying on.

Either you are with me, or I take the relic from you and go alone.

Make your choice.

I say we hunt these zoomies first. We hunt zoomies first.

Been thinking.

They might be right, Snadog.

But I don't want to miss out on the biggest fight ever.

You want to be stuck in some stinking ship's belly, chewing on crock bones?

The fight's right here.

Sister,

we cannot simply wonder and hope. We need to find our bearings.

rock not a mile back.

Sister, Ludmilla, please, we are turning in circles.

You are found wanting, legit, weak.

The Emperor has no need of the weak.

Only faith will grant us the strength to endure.

I have faith, sister. I also cannot deny the evidence of my eyes.

We shall die here.

Our task unfulfilled if we carry on like this. Your sin is why we fail.

Why this world taunts us.

I never understood what Saragossa saw in you.

I see for what you are.

I did not... Training hall or not, it is still the blood of a sister you spilled.

Was your pride worth Isabelle's life?