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!!ZwhWAwcuTHG 03/19/12(Mon)20:10 No.18385140"I don't remember where I was born. Grew up in the schola progenium, so I knew from the start that my parents were dead, everyone's parents are dead. It didn't matter where or how, they were all dead. Some had keepsakes, trophies their parents had left them. I had nothing but their taunting, that my parents died cowards or how they died as tortured heretics." Athe's body trembles slightly, the raw warp energy's proximity during the incursion undoubtably eating at her mind as she struggles to maintain her composure during this confession to you. Believing her ability to remain standing questionable and with the subtle grace that only a follower of the Omnissiah can deliver, you coarsely reposition your XO so that she sits on the edge of your bunk before giving her a nod to continue.
"Th-thank you, Elesh." Your friend's face burns red as your cogitators conclude that her shame has increased due to your actions. "I hated them, so I prayed to the Emperor for help. They kept mocking me, so I looked to the sisters and fathers. Then to my fists. None of it worked, Elesh." The trembles slowly turning to soft convulsions and small gasps for air as her flesh brain loses its battle to supress her emotions amid the trauma caused by the gellar field's failure.
Unfortunately for Athe, your cogitators are resistant to your flesh brain's empathy and still demand the answers Athe has yet to produce. "Why did the canoness care for your wounds directly? Why would she gift you a holy relic? Are you a danger to my ship and crew, Athe?"
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