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Get out of the way.

No.

Lower your weapon.

They're faithless.

Their minds will rot, like the others.

Better to grant them the Emperor's Mercy now.

Lower your weapon, sister.

Now.

Mercy? From one of the Astartes?

Vile things.

Are you encountering difficulties, assassin?

I expected efficiency.

I expected absolute purgation.

This one is still

within the operation's estimated temporal parameters.

It would displease me

to be forced into awakening more of your kind.

Ah. The detritus of my recent experiments.

They are irrelevant. You may nullify them.

This one is attempting to do so.

I see.

This... Bearer of the Deathmark...

is experiencing...

vexation...

We're clear.

But stay close.

What do we do now?

Back to the crypts or...

We go west.

There's an evacuation locus at the city's core.

Imperial forces may still hold the Cardinal District.

We can get off-world?

I believe so.

I've never been off-world.

Be strong, Atia.

Courage will see you through these days of horror.

Give me a moment.

We are not far from the city's core.

The Cardinal District is only a few hours' west from here.

This is true.

But I have looked west many times these last days.

I saw no evacuation vessels rising into the sky.

Nor have I heard reports from our forces there.

Is this a tactical briefing, sister,

or a disapproving lecture?

First you shield the faithless.

Now you lie to them.

Shuttle or not,

this is the best way to link up with any remaining Imperial forces.

And if there's a way to get them aboard an evacuation vessel, then I will find it.

If.

It's their only hope.

I won't steal that from them.

What kind of Angel of Death are you?

The kind that cannot tell children

they will die tonight in their fallen city.

The kind that will fight that fate to the last of his breath.

All you do is lead them from one death to another.

I have no more time for your hate.

Hatred is the Emperor's greatest gift to humanity.

He's right, Danica.

There might be a chance for these people.

When the people forget their duty,

they are no longer human and become something less than beasts.

They have no place in the bosom of humanity,

nor in the heart of the Emperor.

Let them die and be forgotten.

I know the Prime Edicts.

That's an ugly piece of scripture, sister.

That does not make it any less true. I will not become a slave to false hope.

No? What about having a little faith?

What...

what did you say?

If you cannot muster any hope,

I'll settle for another bolter.

Very well.

Cold... Hollow.

I don't...

Blind? I can't...

Don't look.

Move.

Are we close to the evacuation site, sister?

Yes. Just keep moving.

We are blessed, are we not?

Guided by one of the God-Emperor's own angels.

Our world is ash, its soil and soul defiled.

You speak to me of blessings, preacher?

Throne of Gold, are you blind as well as foolish?

We have suffered much.

And yet, hope prevails.

All is not yet lost.

Just keep walking.

Defeat has embittered you, sister.

I sense a soul with shaken faith.

You sense nothing.

You know nothing.

I know that the God-Emperor forgives you, Sister Danica.

For what sin do you imagine I need absolution?

For this, of course.

For your defeat at the hands of the alien filth.

For your failure to save our world.

You, who cowered in the darkness instead of defending our world,

dare speak to me of failure?

I meant only to comfort you...

My sisters' blood waters the holy ground you speak of.

The sacred land you didn't even try to defend.

I am no soldier.

I did all I could...

You saved those four wretches, dragging them into the shadows

and granting them life for another handful of hours.

But how many others did you abandon to die, preacher?

You do not speak for the God-Emperor.

You are a faithless wretch.

A man whose holy robes are soiled by fear.

You have no right to speak to me of faith, nor of failure.

Least of all, forgiveness.

The Emperor is not a forgiving god.

Cutting a little close to the bone, isn't he?

Be silent.

Why do you hate him?

Because he speaks your own fears to your face?

Be silent!

Because you fear he's right?

Shut up!

He's what his faith made him.

Just like you, sister.

Just like you.

Hold!

Give no ground!

Sister! The Seventh Concourse is overrun.

We can still fall back!

Should the road be easy, the destination is worthless.

Stand, soldier, and fight.

The Astartes' assault is failing!

We can regroup with the Seventy-Second Armoured

and push forward in the west!

Hold this holy ground!

Fight in the God-Emperor's light!

Life matters, sister.

Why do you plague me?

Without the faithful, you have no faith.

No...

You died in the battle.

Days ago.

I saw you die.

You're a zealot, Danica.

And like all zealots,

when your faith is challenged you blame others for their weakness.

This world didn't fall because its people were faithless.

It fell...

because you lost the war.

Angel? What's wrong?

We are here.

But where are the ships?

Where is... anything?

This wasn't the only evacuation locus.

There are others.

Have no fear.

We'll head west and make for the city's edge.

Once we're there...

Danica!

Take cover. Stay low.

Whatever happens, keep heading west.

Sa'kan...

West. No matter what. Get out of the city.

Into the fires of battle.

Unto the anvil of war.

Sister...

What now, sister?

Get up.

Forgive me.

Iron of will.

Steel of muscle.

Forged in the furnace of war.

This galaxy...

is ours.

Your empire had its chance.

We head west.

But what about Sa'kan?

We have to get you to safety.

Irrelevant.

Unworthy.

An unusual degree of defiance.

Yet futile.

I...

hear...

an Angel...

Sa'kan! You're alive!

As are you, I see.

Do you recall what I said?

To go west.

Always west.

And may the Emperor be with you.

Come with us.

Please.

Not this time.

The Emperor still has need of me.

I must hunt that creature down,

before it hunts me.

But you're injured...

Your hand...

I hunted dragons in my youth, boy.

A few scratches won't slow me down now.

Go.

Stay in hiding where you can.

Make for the city's edge.

Tell them Sa'kan of the Salamanders sent you.

My thanks, sister.

Speak.

This one... is hunted...

Elaborate.

This one requests...

regeneration...

rejuvenation...

Ah. You are reporting failure.

I will not waste my canopteks' energy reviving a deficient instrument.

How interesting.

Greetings, alien filth.

Your continued existence is a source of aggravation.

Nevertheless, with this opportunity, a question occurs.

I owe you no answers, creature.

And yet, the question will be asked.

Your presence on this world.

What drives your futile defiance?

The war is already lost.

The people of this world called for aid.

We answered.

We are the Salamanders.

We shield the helpless.

My turn, alien.

The queries of lesser species

are of neither use nor interest.

What hubris drives you,

that you believe you can hide from the rage of my brothers?

From the fire they'll bring?

Such intriguing delusion.

So be it, bioengineered anomaly.

This exchange ends now.

Platoon Six-One-Seven. Report in.

Far ridge secure.

No xenos threat.

Acknowledged.

Platoon Seven-Five-Five. Report in.

Still in the western woods, ma'am.

Xenos presence?

Negative. No xenos.

Only the mind-dead.

They keep shambling out of the city.

Acknowledged.

Execution orders stand.

Understood. Seven-Five-Five, out.

I hate this.

Killing our own.

They're not our own.

Not anymore.

Do you think Command is working on a cure?

Cut the chatter.

Another one, here.

My family...

I...

Engaging it now.

Sa'kan...

Sa'kan sent me...

Throne, this one's just a child.

Am I... am I safe now?

Do it.