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You attempt to take hold of your sister but can't get a good grip. She slips out your hands, climbs over the rubble, and charges down into the fray. No! It's not time yet, you need a plan! A strategy, anything! Before you can make a move or even notice your other sister, emboldened by your elders' bravery, sallied forth down into the battle as well. Unbelievable. You do not wish to be left alone, not again. So you make the call to follow. Yet despite your decision, you don’t find yourself charging into the fight. Your legs will not move. Try as you may, your feet refuse to answer your call. Just when did the fear creep in? A sin like no other, you are awash with shame.
Down below you spot your comrades quickly moving towards the body of a deceased sister, in order to take up her weapons. You want to come up with something, an idea, a plan of action, something to help! But there is another poison seeping into your mind that clouds your thoughts. Hate.
Anger surges up through your brain clouding your vision. You loathe the aliens, you despise the hand you have been dealt, but most of all, you are starting to HATE HATE HATE yourself. How is it now, when your courage and virtue is most needed, that you cannot even stand? How are you allowing yourself to fail the Emperor so thoroughly?
By now Your sisters have joined the battle. The eldest takes up the holy flamer and brings promethium death upon the Xenu’s. She has no care where the fire spreads, as long as it spreads. Behind her the body of the dead sister is dragged, the canisters on her back still attached to the weapon. What mighty speed and strength your sister has. She has become a dragon! Does the weapon create the flames, or does it belch from her mouth? The other has taken up a bolter, she stands tall and proud whilst facing the enemy. She does not hide, nor does she seek to protect herself. As she blasts round after round into the crystalline hulks, she sings a litany to the Emperor, emboldening all who can hear it. Save yourself.
Meanwhile, all you can do is seethe internally. You HATE HATE HATE. Blood drips from your nose and gums as your teeth clench in agony. You have so much rage that has nowhere to go but inward. The two vices fight for control inside your small frame, tearing your innards apart. You cannot think, you cannot see, all you can hear is the screaming in your own head.
Then, silence. From out the explosions, weapons fire, and the screaming of both aliens and humans comes a sound louder than you have ever heard in your life. The bells of St.Maria have stopped ringing, and the silence is deafening.
They have called, and the servants of the Emperor have come.
