"'Tis sad, indeed. I've already had the pleasure of more than welcoming people, those who can be crushed by a simple Lesser Daemon. We must do what we can to protect any one of them we come across on our trek. So, anything your other comrade has to say?" The Grey Knight looked over to the other Astartes, expecting a response. [spoiler]Enter Wehb. Sorry, going to bed.[/spoiler]

[i]The second Black Templar looked back at the Grey Knight as he spoke up from his fairly long break of speaking, his Bolter lowered at his side while he spoke with a powerful and clear voice, like a river that flows through the mighty slumbering beasts we call mountains,[/i] "I'm sorry for my silence, Battle-Brothers.. I was simply lost deep in thought; you have my sincerest apologies. And, I must agree: we should protect all those we can, and slay every possible threat to the mighty Imperium and the glorious God-Emperor of Man."

"Indeed..." Domicious agreed begrudgingly. Of course the Templars practice in worship of the God Emperor. But what was scary about Domicious is the fact that he's a Grey Knight, and yet he didn't worship the Emperor. No, Domicious rather saw the Emperor as a great military commander and leader, now a rotting corpse that should be put out of his misery. He pushed the thoughts of common sense deep into the back of his mind. They were considered heretical, and he wanted to have allies. And these allies would most likely not tolerate NOT worshiping the Emperor as a god. So, the Grey Knight said no more.