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*returns to the room wiping blood from his face*

Now his spirit is free. He did fight well, I must admit.

*turns to BC*

The man was going to shoot us in the back or use his psychic powers to kill us if we didn't do something. And which is better, death, or losing your memories and serving in a guard barracks with no recollection of who you are?

*Spasms while sleeping*
Never apologize. I am above all. That is what the Mechanicus told me. Useless, and unethical. I am not deserving of their friendship and-
*Speakers begin popping and failing*
-Haunt me... Face me like a true being in reality-

[To Farseer] Sadly if you didn't spend your time rotating people for fun and calling us stupid, it'd be easier to believe you. [Exhales smoke] You're reaping what you've sewn in so far as poor attitude goes.

[Pulls laces off shoes irritably] [Mutters] If I actually did my job or practised my beliefs, I'd be killed. Im effectively some kind of declawed pet, and it gets old.

[Daemonette pats BC's arm and attempts to distract him] ... [Sighs] I'm fine. Think I'll take a walk, eh.

*offers BC her hand*
Shall we start over? Clean slate?

*Archangel manifests herself next to the door, and in front of BC*
That was fun. Information transfer of the highest order. I can now essentially think using her mind.
Why do you retreat, now? You know that they honestly believe you to be a good person, and a free person, freed from your Imperial brainwashing.
Do not worry, Benjamin. There are far worse things than your current situation. You have an important part to play in things to come.
*Slow-moving ray of golden light travels from Archangel's "mouth" to BC's eyes*

*Notices Her angel friend and runs over happily*

...It's just jarring to be reminded what you used to be. [Looks back at blood smear] Some of us don't have the requisite emotional detachment, even amongst humans, to deal with-
[Panics and backs up against wall]

*turns to the angel*
Would you mind coming back in like 10 minutes? I'm trying to make friends and turn over a new leaf here and you aren't helping me out much

To be fair, your job would include killing some of us simply because of what we are. I do believe that you are better without the Imperial Creed. I also have been hurt by the Inquisition too many times. I need something tangible, something to remind me that they're not able to get away with their horrors.

*A wave of golden light emanates from Archangel, bathing Her in it and braching off to hit BC, WK, and the sleeping V, before she vanishes with a flash of light*

*the golden light is deflected by the runic armor i'm wearing*
Seriously, I'm trying to make friends here, come back in like 10 minutes

What just... [Looks around]

[Sees WK] You don't have to prove yourself to me, I don't truly dislike anyone. [Shrugs]

...Guess I am a terrible Imperial.

*Wakes up as soon as I'm hit with the light*
Good feth I feel disturbingly good. Archangel or someone spiked my drinks again?
*Looks around at WK and BC*
I'm just going to...
*Buries self in pillows and blankets*

Does the Archangel have something against me, or is that light supposed to be harmful?

*shakes head*

I swear, every enemy these days ignores me as a threat. It's honestly confusing.

Now, commisar. Why does being an Imperial mean so much to you? Why can't you just be human? It's better for everyone, including you. Especially you.

[Looks at Blackjack] Would you still be you without your beliefs? The very reason you just ate that man was as intrinsic to your being as belief in the God Emperor and the perfection of mankind is to us.
It's not like we can deny the existence of Him or Chaos. We can only choose a side of the coin. To deny either is to support the other, we have no grey area.

Or in child's speak: That's heresy; You're heretical.

*snorts*

Of course I'm heretical. I've eaten Chaos, tyranids, and nanite infested limbs. All of which are normally looked down on in my society. For understandable reasons. But I like the term "revolutionary" more. Now, I don't see why you can't find what you agree with from the Imperium, and warp take the rest. Besides, if you're not a gray area, then I don't know what one is. You have a daemonette, haven't shot WK, myself, or Co'tor on sight, yet you still protect humanity.

At least others trust you. Most people refuse to trust me as far as they can throw me. I JUST WANT TO HAVE SOME FRIENDS DOES NOBODY GET THAT?!?!
*goes and lays down on the couch depressed*

I'm not trying to revisit old horrors, but it would be a good start to not yell at people when they're having problems. Instead, try and help. Eldar are supposed to be clever, try and help the commisar not be upset over his conundrum. Do things like that, and people will like you more.

... You'd be amazed how far I can justify and stretch denial of most of those things. Or maybe you wouldn't. [Shrugs]

[Sits on edge of couch] It'll come with time. [Considers patting WK but leaves a wrapped chocolate ration instead and shifts off couch]

[Daemonette leans on BC and coughs] Oh. Err. I'm still partially affected by that sensory potion, I'm really not sure if we should- [Is grabbed by the belt into butter tank] If you absolutely insist.

[Hatches close] [Small speaker set deploys and generates a white-noise barrier around tank, for the sake of everyone else's sanity]

*gets up and slaps herself*
I'm alright, just had to get that out of my system.
*takes a deep breath*
*takes the chocolate and nods in thanks to BC*
Ok, how can I help?

[Daemonette scampers out again wearing BC's hat and uniform, and looks around quizzically]

*raises an eyebrow at the deamonette*
Really?

[Daemonette looks around at walls and then mimes holding two hands up to WK's chest and shocking her; Rummages through first aid box and looks disappointed]

I'll go get the first aid kit. Be right back
*rummages through the field hospital for a bit, returns with medkit and hands it to the deamonette*
Be a little more careful next time ok? *in a playful manner*

[Daemonette opens kit and shakes head; Points at wall socket, before concentrating for a moment and then miming cardiac arrest]

Oh. You're saying he shocked himself? Let's go get him back on his feet. I was always bad at charades.
*walks into the Butter Tank*

[Sat in bed reading, in a surprisingly fluffy bathrobe] ...!
[Looks up] When you said you were going to get something to liven up the evening, you didn't say it'd be another person.

[Looks apologetic] I don't know what she's told you, but this wasn't my idea.
[Daemonette folds arms and taps foot]

Space wolf walks over to hall.

I must leave on a great hunt though I shall return with grant trophys and sagas new

*teleports out* *hall doors close and sound of massive bolts locking *

*leaves a large version of great crusade imperial creed and essay on why the whole desire for religion is a break from the foundation set in great crusade on hall door for people to read*

*Awakens*
That is the best sleep I've had in years.
*Noticed the distinct absence of WK*
Huh. That's odd.
Hey, how do Kroot sleep? Curled up, back, side, face?

*Represser drives in through the wall and a Battle sister steps out*

Wait, this is not the.... where the feth am i?

*pokes nearest human being V, * where am i, and where is the tea urn?