You were just another prisoner accused of heresy on the Nurgle-infested Atoma Prime that some Arbites commander chose for another squad that might get slaughtered on its first mission.

It’s safe to say things weren’t really in any state where you should be calm or happy. You at least only lost half of your squadron, two others, luckily leaving you with the one you hated the least (you kinda liked him actually)

As he rambled on about one of his many battles you couldn’t help but get lost in those piercing blue eyes, that rough handlebar mustache, and his accent.

“—and that’s why I killed her the next morning.” He said with an awkward pause, not because his admission to murder, but because you looked lost.

“You in there?” He asked curiously.