[Gaunt pushes his drink away, and fixes Kaworu with another stare.]
Every day. But then I look to my regiment. To men and women who are still hopeful about the future, who fight for planets that are already destroyed or devastated because they believe in the basic worth of human existence, in the Imperium of Man. In the Emperor.
I look to a mother who raises a child which isn't her own out of love.
I look to a kindly old man who between stealing the altar wine and generally being a fething pain in my arse manages to educate an entire regiment of men who barely knew how to read low gothic.
[He relaxes, finally reaching for his drink again.] Only here, so far away from them, do I feel old and outmoded. A relic of another time. A.... [A smile creases his scarred features.]