"Death would be bored if War did all the work." War watched Death fly about and rain knives down on the humans running about. Snorting, War walked into the pens where the mutants were contained as dangerous threats. The prisoners cried out, begging for freedom. War sneered at them, mewling voices. "Take a knee for our Lord En Sabah Nur, if you crave your freedom. Subjugate yourself to the father of our kind. Or die."