“Why does the Emperor let some of his people live in poverty? He is so wealthy after all.”
“Does the Emperor really love his people? What has really done for them?”
“Why do so many have to be sacrificed at his alter?”
Timothy opens his eyes. He could feel the sweat on his brow. He had heard that even space marines can fall into the arms of chaos if too long was spent in the warp. He tried to push out the terrible thoughts crossing his mind. The Emperor was never to be questioned, only worshipped.
What would his Omega compatriots think of him? Would they have given their lives so freely? Fortunately, they would never know.
At least his time in the warp was coming to an end. He would be on Oros in a few hours. The large space hulk his army were travelling had not been to his taste. The rooms were cramped, even his own and the smell of unwashed human bodies was everywhere.. None of the foot soldiers were good conversationists, they were almost certainly terrified of saying the wrong thin. He longed to be back on Uisneach in his luxurious bed. Hopefully Oros would have something similar.
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