A slightly smaller Mess

"Would a rebel world in lucky space do for you? if its an issue with the imperium."

"...*sighs*"

"There is no pleasing you."

"...are you serious"

"About getting you anywhere you want to go, yes. Literally anywhere in the galaxy."

"Except for home."

"I mean i could. You'd definitely die though."

"My point. Everywhere else is full of fucking xenos, imperials, or other scum I'd have never considered going near if I wasn't planning on killing them, and yet now you lot have presented me with no choice otherwise."

"Eeeeeh..." *shrugs* "Remove one of the iron warriors most competent commanders, you having to deal with your prejudices." *he mimes weighing the options in his hands* "I know which wins."

"*she glares* I mean, I'm annoyed you fuckers dragged me into this"

"I mean, its that or death and torture, i feel like we've been over this."

"That's not what I meant. No one fucking knew she was my mother before this, fuck I didn't know! I wouldn't have been a fucking target if they hadn't dragged me into their little fucking romance!"

"You underestimate your own people. Pretty sure they have their own version of me. And if they're not shit at their jobs. They fucking knew."

"uhuh. They wouldn't have let me fucking exist if they knew."

"Yeah, up until your mother left, why would they give a shit?"

"I'm a clone. Cloning olympians is illegal."

"Some people get a free pass from secret police type organisations. People with power usually. Like your mother for instance."

"If she got a free pass we wouldn't be in this situation now would we?"

"Free passes don't extend to outright treason. I've got a long rope but if i kicked the emperors rotting ribcage in it wouldn't get me any friends."

she sighs
"You're missing the point. Those two could have just left me to my fucking life, but they had to drag me down with them"

"I'm still pretty sure they saved you from a white room and a chair with straps."

"I'm pretty sure they were being complete fucking idiots"

"I mean. Yeah. Tactical decision for me, those two are just in love and shit."

"'love'" she says, spitefully, rolling her eyes

"Who needs it huh? Rampant alcoholism and murder is much better."

she doesn't reply to that

"They've got the only thing worth having in the world. Lets not be dicks about it eh?"

"Too late for it to fucking matter"

*He shrugs* "Well, if i've learnt anything from my time, its that being bitter does nothing but loose you friends and give you a raging alcohol problem."

"I've run out of friends to lose"

"There is this thing called making new ones you know."

"I'm not exactly good at it"

"oh i was worse, trust me. You don't have claws, eyes like a cat, and fur."

"No, i'm just surrounded by people raised to hate people like me."

"You're around people raised to be open minded and inquisitive. I think i know how i raise people."

"...hm"

"I heard you met some of them."

"Yeah...admittedly not as bad as I expected"

"I don't bring knuckle dragging imbeciles into my employ."

"hm"

"Not all inquisitors are Fyodor Karamasov."

"Who?"

"A particularly vile radical. He kills people proven innocent by trial for wasting his time."

"Is he the fucker with the walking chair?"

"The very same. Before you ask, I have nowhere near the poilitical power to deal with him."

"great"

"I am already deemed a radical, and am under constant suspicion."

"right"

"Do you understand the difference? Between radicals and puritans?"

"Vaguely"

Laurence: "Puritans believe that all heretics, Xenos and daemons must burn. No matter what. Radicals are more... flexible."