Lucien stayed quiet throughout the exchange, more surprised at the inquisitor's reaction than annoyed at being ignored. Lucien stepped back as the inquisitor withdrew, his change in stance betraying more discomfort than his face. His eyes remained locked on Evangeline, and as he saw that horrifically unpleasant grin, Lucien felt an overpowering urge to... Practice his trade. He shook his gaze from her, only looking back as the robed acolyte drew up alongside her. That girl, the one clad in the concealing garments set Lucien's nerves tingling. There was something drastically wrong with her, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.<br/><br/>Moving on, he glanced back at Impetus once more, hoping for at least one vaguely tolerable person, but this was not to be decided before the inquisitor's little display of plagued horrors roaming the streets. Lucien remembered a world that fell beneath something similar, the notion of the reanimated corpses not unknown to him. Yet still, as a man of medical science he would be the first to admit it seemed impossible. Using dead bodies for cunctioning processes was a trifle for the imperium, it seemed, but what baffled Lucien was that it was just a virus. A virus that somehow reignited the processes of cell division, respiration, circulation, and all... It was surely impossible. Yet still, those who fell before the flickering fingers of lasgun fire persisted in their advance. There was nothing normal about this at all. Nothing logical. Just chaos.<br/><br/>The Ruinous Powers probably didn't require biological accuracy to function. Given the immense power they possessed, reanimation didn't seem like an unattainable feat. But if it was just a coalescence of warp energy, somehow applied as living pathogens that caused this, did that mean that there could be no cure? Lucien dared to think otherwise.<br/><br/>It seemed the first to speak on the matter was a rather unenthusiastic Evangeline, the helpfulness of her input proportional to the level of excitement she showed at the prospect. Lucien was, if anything, surprised at the gravity of the task ahead of them. It was indeed foreboding, but Lucien personally thought it would be nice to have some free time away from his thoughts. They were more and more disconcerting as of late. "What it sounds like... Is a job that needs doing. And, like it or not, I suppose we have to do it." He said, his response quite general, yet directed slightly at Evangeline and her pessimism. If the emperor willed it, it would be so. They could onlyb hope for the best.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>