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Do you know what happens? What really happens when we die?
The Inquisitor told us. When they thought Morgo and I could be useful.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?When someone dies, their souls go to the Warp. And most of them just get dissolved into nothing, unnoticed. But psyker souls are... brighter. More interesting. And they get taken by the daemons.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?And— and they told us that psykers deserve it, unless they— unless they stay faithful and useful to the Emperor. And if we do, he will shield our souls. And— and then when I got here, I learned that that meant— that meant dying so that he could stay alive another day. One thousand of us. Every day.
Morgo must have known. I don't know how. But she knew that our only chance in this life and the next was to become sanctioned psykers for the Imperium.
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When I die, I will never stop dying. I won't be able to think, unless the daemon that takes me decides to be cruel. But I'll feel pain no matter what. That's what the daemon prince that possessed me said. He told me I would be all his.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Maybe. That's a nice thought.
-Doesn't look like she believes it one bit-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?And I promised to help you.
Which is why I'm staying.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"Convince me with your words."