[UN: swordcandy | Video] [CW: Talk of sex/virginity.]

[cultivatingsin]

[He gives a big stretch, his arms over his head, and then he relaxes with a groan. From this angle, he looks like a lounging feline, always up to no good.]

It feels nice to have breathing room, doesn't it? [Bringing a bottle of something that probably isn't juice or water to his lips, he drinks deeply before flashing a bright smile.]

I want to do a headcount - and this isn't serious so keep your complaints to yourself:

How many of you are virgins? Be honest! Some of you are young enough that you should be.

[Unless they've lived a life like his, that is!]

Comments

[thecodexabides]

We are not lonely. We travel as an entire battle company per ship. [So many men. SO MANY. Most big dumb space marines.]

[cultivatingsin]

With all sorts of rules, right? No touching, no fooling around... Am I wrong?

[thecodexabides]

We have many rules in the Codex. They are all designed to make us focused on our sworn duty.

[cultivatingsin]

Bullshit. They're just trying to keep you from being human. Humans can't live on "sworn duty".

[thecodexabides]

I am not human
though. I have been remade in the image of the Emperor's vision.

[cultivatingsin]

Meaning what exactly? Spells? Additions?

[thecodexabides]

Surgery, mostly. Implantations of extra cultivated organs.

[Cultivated from their primarch so he literally has another man's organs inside him. At all times. ]

[cultivatingsin]

And you feel alright? Whole? Do you need anything special to keep those organs functioning?

[thecodexabides]

We are monitored daily.
As is normal.

[cultivatingsin]

Normal? I don't have to be monitored daily. That sounds like a pain.

[thecodexabides]

It is necessary. And normal.

[cultivatingsin]

That doesn't mean you like it.

[thecodexabides]

my personal feelings are
irrelevant.

if it must be done, it must be done,

[cultivatingsin]

You've really fallen for their shit! Let me tell you something: your feelings matter. If you don't want to do something, don't do it.

[thecodexabides]

I have fallen for nothing

I knew what I was accepting when I made my pilgrimage.
Feelings are a weakness by which doubt can enter. [Sir, he is but a pious Ultramarine who clearly listens to his Chaplain.]

[cultivatingsin]

Your what now? Why did you accept your whatever anyway? Seems like a waste of independence to me.

[thecodexabides]

It is complicated. [And kind of personal. And this person is just a stranger, words on a screen. ]

There is no 'independence' where I am from.
Everything must turn toward the effort of winning
the war.

[cultivatingsin]

[He takes a generous swig of wine before typing.]

What happens after the war? Will you stay a good, loyal soldier then?

[thecodexabides]

I will not live to see it


peace
though,
for the Imperium.

Safety for humans.

[cultivatingsin]

And that doesn't piss you off? Everything you fight for, everything you want reserved for someone else? Someone who probably isn't going to fight for it?

[thecodexabides]

It does not.

I do not want peace.
My duty is to serve the Emperor's will. Nothing else.

[cultivatingsin]

Your emperor isn't here. Can you survive without him?

[thecodexabides]

The Emperor is on his Golden Throne
On Terra.

Many light years away.

Faith does not need proximity. [Especially if the idea is that he is supposed to champion his world for the people who brought him here. They would see his devotion and know. ]

[cultivatingsin]

You know what I would do to him? Drag him off of his throne and set him on fire.

I bet he would burn.

[thecodexabides]

[GASP.]

Mind your heretical words.

What has he done to earn your impotent wrath?