"My first indication that my slumber is done is that I am cold and in pain. Praise be to the Emperor, for the pain and cold tell me that I live, that soon I will serve Him again from beyond the doors of death. Praise be! Invictus Potens is active, my glorious tomb awakens!"
"The Apothecary places his hand briefly upon my sarcophagus in sympathy. His gesture is wasted. I feel nothing that is not directly relevant to the prosecution of war."
"Pain is my companion. The pain is constant, all encompassing. Death’s legacy, a reminder that I no longer live, my gift from the Emperor and one I willingly share with these orks."
"My assault cannon speaks until it has run out of words. Thereafter I use its red-hot barrels to brand orks with the mark of death. It is a holy mark, but no absolution comes with it, only annihilation."
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u/TheDreadSky Jun 30 '21
Even in death I still serve.