Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-7974155-20140721012547/@comment-6078851-20140801050127

Garion's thoughts were crashing as he stalked down the corridor leaving the combat arena, IM*what in the emperor's name is wrong with me?!? he's [Anax] an apothecary so of course he would have an interest in gene-seed, but i'm furious at how he could question the genetic purity of my brethren, and i've heard such slurs before and never reacted like that!*

as this thought flashed Garion punched a passing servitor in the head, crushing it's skull and killing it instantly. Garion didn't even register that he had even thrown the blow and continued down the corridor oblivious to the servitor bleeding across the floor, his subconcious steering him towards the shooting range.

as he left the evidence of a troubled mind in his wake he was suddenly, and unpleasently, visited by an image of the dark angels' master-interrogator chaplain - Asmodai: "you must push your concerns to the farthest reaches of your mind. allowing such concerns time to ferment will only increase the likelyhood of you causing the death of your battle-brothers. heed the advice of your superiors and you will be a great warrior of the imperium. ignore such advice and i will treat you like a traitor for that is what you will be..."

remembering the admonishing words of Asmodai caused Garion's steps to falter, (IM)*did master Asmodai perhaps see in me what i saw in that traitorous cur that was wearing my colours - a flaw that could cause me to turn my back on the emperor?!?* as this thought formed Garion's rage evaporated in an instant, and while astartes know no fear, he felt what had to be a close relative of fear course down his spine. at this sensation Garion's rage reasserted itself only this time aimed at himself (IM)*NEVER WILL I TURN MY BACK ON MY PURPOSE!! Asmodai should treat me like a traitor for even thinking i could!*

when he reached the shooting range he was somewhat more in control of himself simply with the repetition of *never will i turn my back on my purpose,* and yet he couldn't ignore the fact that a tiny part of his mind wasn't totally convinced...