[He opens his mouth, to speak, and closes it again. In his world, his kind is recognized for their sacrifices: having given up any chance of a normal life, shouldering what could only be a burden of blood and pain and death. They were not revered, as much as dreaded, but at least, not talked to like this.
[It actually hurt for a moment and it showed on his face for a few seconds, before he shifted it, distant and cold. If she wanted the Astartes inhuman, she shall have it.]
If this place is as corrupt as you make it out to be, I hope never to acclimate.
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[It actually hurt for a moment and it showed on his face for a few seconds, before he shifted it, distant and cold. If she wanted the Astartes inhuman, she shall have it.]
If this place is as corrupt as you make it out to be, I hope never to acclimate.