You joined chaos in the heresy, leaving the imperium and abandoned the loyalist chapter you served. And all those you called “brothers”. Never once did you expect to see one again, one to remember you.

Weapon knocked out of hand, you fell back, ready to receive the blow. But as the chain sword came to your neck there was pause, a sudden stop from the Astartes ready to deliver justice.

“...brother…?” He whispered out, a voice full of regret and confusion.