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[dramatic intro music]
[muffled scream]
[muffled scream in distance]
[groaning continues]
[muffled scream]
[heavy footsteps]
[heavy creaking]
[sound dampened]
[whirring]
[chittering]
[gasps]
[shrieks]
[sighs]
Who is he?
[gasps]
[screams]
[gasps]
Who is he?
[gasps]
[Jaidas] No!
[Liminas] Who is he?
[gasps]
[muffled scream]
[gasps]
How long...
How long have I been here...
[muffled scream]
[gasping]
Who is he?
I.
Hate.
You.
Hold, Domisor.
I can work with hatred.
Free me...
and you might yet live.
[Liminas] We are making progress.
A few more days, perhaps.
[groans]
[Jaidas gasping]
[groaning]
Who is he?
He...
is Lucius.
[dramatic music]
One of the Neverborn?
[Jaidas laughs weakly]
He fights like one.
But he is no daemon.
He is something much worse.
Then he is corporeal.
And so he can be killed.
Yes...
No...
Do you wish to return to your purgatory?
Cut off from all sensation?
He can be killed.
But it does not matter.
You have damned yourself by bringing me here.
We are prepared for any assault by your malefic Legion.
No.
It is not a threat. It is...
[sniffing]
I can smell death on you.
On both of you.
Your looming mute reeks strongest of it.
He will die first.
[snickers]
[Liminas] Castellan Domisor's vow of silence is a mark of his purity.
A virtue you abandoned long ago, heretic.
I thought we were past your meaningless insults.
[groans] No! No more!
Don't send me back!
You still believe he will come for you?
You think he wonโt find me in this fortress?
We question.
You answer.
He will come.
To save you?
Do not draw steel against Lucius.
His death will be the last mistake you ever make.
He will be captured and his truth taken from him.
No.
No.
You hear but you do not listen.
Then speak no more in riddles.
What is he?
He is Lucius.
He is blessed and cursed.
He is mortal and immortal.
He is eternal.
He is the chosen son of the Dark Prince!
Then he will be burned to ash.
I will make sure of it.
[chuckles]
[Jaidas] Then make sure you strike from orbit.
[Jaidas] And see that it's a mindless servitor responsible for the kill.
Unless you wish to bear his curse in turn.
Enough of this.
Perhaps you need more time
to consider your words.
No! Wait!
I can tell you more!
Don't send me back!
Don't--
[muffled scream]
[dramatic music]
[ominous music]
[sighs]
Close, now.
So close.
Why can't you just let it lie?
I have tried.
Truly,
I have.
[Sylsa] Give up, Vaust.
He won't be dissuaded.
Besides, we cannot leave Jaidas in their clutches.
What of sibling loyalty, eh?
[Vaust] Jaidas knows nothing of value.
Let them torture him.
The wretch will probably enjoy it.
Insults to our Legion must be avenged.
If you say so.
[laughs]
Such a mournful demeanour.
Such a moribund aspect.
Take heart, siblings.
We have nothing to lose by trying.
You have nothing to lose, Lucius.
We are still mortal, despite our gifts.
We can be killed.
[Sylsa] Oh, I don't know.
The aeons beg to differ.
Ten millennia since Chemos, too many wars to count.
And yet here we are.
About to die as we storm a fortress of thin-bloods.
[Sylsa] Our dear monster raises a fair point, no?
Exactly how do you propose we save Jaidas?
[Lucius] I have a plan most glorious in its daring.
Magnificent, I'm sure.
Well. It has the virtue of simplicity.
[tense dramatic music]
Ah. It begins.
[laughs]
We need their gunship...
[groans]
Cease this foolery.
Take their gunship and go.
Are you certain?
[dramatic music]
Go, both of you!
[tense dramatic music]
A challenge! At last!
Should you not be damning me
and cursing me as a traitor?
Death to the traitor and the fiend!
Ah, yes, there it is.
[grunts]
[tense dramatic music]
[grunting]
We're in.
Get out of here, you mongrel bastards!
Well struck, castellan.
[sighs]
Rapture...
[screeches]
[rustling]
[groan]
[faint chanting]
[faint chanting continues]
[breathing heavily]
[laughing]
[laughing]
[heavy footsteps]
[heavy creaking]
[dampened footstep sounds]
Ah, there you are.
Open.
[screams]
You...
You found me.
Oh, I'd die to find you.
Do you remember the last thing you said to me,
- old friend? - I...
No.
I...
You said,
"You are a joke to our Legion,
and a bad one at that."
I didn't mean--
It bothered me, Jaidas.
It vexed me terribly.
[Jaidas groans]
[dramatic music]
[alarm klaxon]
Disappointingly bitter.
I'm done with this place.
Come get me.
[Sylsa] About time.
We can finally leave this tedious rock.
[Vaust] Get clear of the fortress.
We'll meet you outside.
[tense music]
[tense choral music]
The wretch said your death would be the last mistake we ever made.
Are you so keen to be reunited with your brother?
[gasps]
[groans]
[dramatic music fades]
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