Rough week, more. I feel very lost here, Cain. Without a purpose. My regiment is gone, and while I am loyal to the throne... we are lost in a nest of Xenos, mutants, and heretics. And some of them appear to be good people. I can't reason it out.
[He waves a hand at a copy of the Lectio Divinitatus, and the Epistles of Saint Sabbat, both opened on the table.]