In my world there are many who call my kind abominations, perversions, monstrosities. [Entire orders of the Sisters of Battle refuse to work with the Astartes. The Mechanicus barely tolerate them, and they were even less human. Normal mortals felt a sense of deep revulsion being in the same room with Gadriel's kind. It did not matter. He was a bulwark of the Empire. He knew his duty.]
I am strong in my faith and purpose. The opinions of the ignorant mean nothing to me.
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In my world there are many who call my kind abominations, perversions, monstrosities. [Entire orders of the Sisters of Battle refuse to work with the Astartes. The Mechanicus barely tolerate them, and they were even less human. Normal mortals felt a sense of deep revulsion being in the same room with Gadriel's kind. It did not matter. He was a bulwark of the Empire. He knew his duty.]
I am strong in my faith and purpose. The opinions of the ignorant mean nothing to me.
Why does mine mean so much to you?