Andy: You get visions... of people about to die? [Sam nods]... That's impossible.

Sam: A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do.

Andy: [pause] But death visions? Dude, that sucks.

Imagine there was a door to the realm of Daemons, and the slightest inattention on your behalf would see them batter it down and rip you to shreds. Now imagine that door is inside your head. That is what being a Psyker is like.

Every morning my body forgets all wounds, all hurts. And makes itself again exactly as it was when the gods first cursed me. I have had the same miscarriage every day for four thousand years.