text: You release your grasp on Khalid's soul, wincing as you take a deep breath. You open your eyes, glancing around the room and seeing your lieutenants, alongside Khalid, Narmer and the second Rubric Marine.
  
  
  "Ah, finished. Good," Khalid says. "You didn't see anything too incriminating in my mind, did you? Didn't see my perverted thoughts about your sexy little girlfriend, huh? I spent my entire time perusing through your memories of the tribal bitch naked."
  
  
  You feel a surge of anger, before pausing. Space marines barely have genitalia, let alone a libido. If you're going to become partners, you need to stop letting him get a rise out of you.
  > You brush it off
  "Sure, alright," you say. 
  
  
  "Oh, so blase. Did I hurt your feelings? I love the tattoo, by the way."
  
  
  You raise an eyebrow, before noticing that there's a black ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail, burnt into your robes, going around your arm at the bicep.
  
  
  "Lift it up," Khalid says.
  
  
  You lift up your sleeve, seeing that the ouroboros has burned into your skin, a black brand.
  
  
  "A little reminder of our deal. It happens during these," Khalid says, tapping his armor, where you notice a Uwais tribal tattoo now raps around his arm. You recognize the glyphs for "Witch" mixed in with traditional hunting glyphs.
  
  
  "I like yours," you respond.
  
  
  "Alright, it's best you receive the grand tour, then. If we're to be allies, I'll show you what we're working with."