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Adrenal fluid.

Pain suppressants.

Bronchodilator serum.

Guardsman, you show great courage,

but I need no rescue.

There is a funeral rite I must perform before I evacuate.

Go.

Get to safety.

I can't.

- I don't. - Evacuate, trooper!

What treachery is this?

- I don't... - Or is it madness?

Hollow... Blind...

Stay back!

Can't...

- Who... - Where...

Kill...

Kill me...

You've earned this pain, traitor.

Cold.

Cold...

For the Emperor!

For the Martyred Lady!

Suffer not the alien to live!

You...

are a cancer...

upon this galaxy...

I...

despise you...

Thermocular.

Shhh!

Greetings.

Are you one of the Emperor's angels?

I am.

I realise my countenance suggests a malign aspect.

It is a legacy of my genetic ascension, not a sign of corruption.

Hold.

I understand you have suffered greatly,

and that my appearance incites unease in mortals.

But I'm on your side

You're bleeding.

I was.

But no longer.

I didn't know angels could bleed.

Now you know otherwise.

Does it hurt?

My auxiliary maintainer has suffered cardiopulmonary failure.

I don't...

I don't know what that means.

It means my second heart has ceased functioning.

It hurts a little, yes.

You have two hearts?

And three lungs.

But one of those has also collapsed.

Now, I must ask...

Do you have a name?

My name is Sa'kan.

Are you here to save us?

What are your names, little ones?

Lysander.

Atia.

Take us with you.

It's not safe here.

It is not safe anywhere.

Then don't leave us alone, Angel.

Please.

Who are you?

Brother Sa'kan of Squad Va'lok,

Salamanders' Third Battle Company.

Sister Danica of the Order of Our Martyred Lady.

I saw a gunship fall from the sky.

Yours?

We were sent to make contact

with Lieutenant Vorenus of the Ultramarines,

to seek a way to unite the forces of our Chapters

in retaking the southern cities.

He's dead.

They're all dead.

You have confirmation of this?

Look around you, Salamander.

Behold this city of the faithless dead.

What happened here?

We lost.

That's what happened.

And the xenos... They took captives.

They...

They did something... They...

You shield these unworthy souls?

- Unworthy? - Unworthy?

Get out of the way.

No.

Lower your weapon.

Don't do this.

They're faithless. Their minds will rot, like the others.

It's better to grant them the Emperor's Mercy now.

Lower your weapon, sister.

Now.

Mercy? From one of the Astartes?

How many worlds have you burned?

How many massacres saw your sword drink deep and red?

Don't do this, Danica.

I...

Run!

Find cover!

Now!

Sister.

Sister.

Sister!