Look all these orks I have killed. My arm is almost tired »_from it. The flesh is weak but deeds endure, brother. Good one, 1 maybe I will use it someday. The flesh is weak, my son: ■a\ O y ] ¡ a al V \ "T > >/e will immediatl remove our flesh and replace with b i o n i cs! / @sup
Have we? Have we failed you, father? My brother thought he was inviolable. Sadly that is my burden. But perhaps a part of him was. (jit's over) He died on the black sands of Isstvan, ... no... № ....know. I know. The Iron Hands could have died that day also, but we endured. Swear your l
- Наш отец будет гордится нами!
Душа Феруса, наблюдающая из варпа