It doesn't occur to him that people would find his past insane. When he speaks, it is with utmost sincerity. "It is decreed that the universe would belong to the God-Emperor of Mankind. As Astartes, I was gifted a portion of his power. Chosen for it, even. The Black Templars journey the galaxy to cut down the aliens that would live upon the God-Emperor's lands." The gravitas in his voice speaks volumes of the sacred nature of his task.
(But in the back of his mind, he remembers the taste of iced tea on a hot summer day. The whispers of a demon.)
"Would I join you, I would protect your lands similarly. As Solulfur says we are on Holy Terra, we are safe within the God-Emperor's lands; a crusade would not be required, I do not think. Wolves are not man, but they are Of Terra. However, should alien filth show its face in the holy land, I would be required by law to kill it. Even now, in this body." He pauses. "I believe I have been called into retirement, in a new life. Even still. I do not know if you would ask me to die for your cause, but should you earn such loyalty, I would do so willingly."
(But by the God-Emperor or by Slaanesh?)
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