" No message then ?" The Astropath ignored Torin,  focusing on the sister instead. She could feel the confused ... want, almost. After a moments quiet,  her 'eyes' still focused on the sister she smiled,  fingers still padding on the state in an imperceptable rhythm. " What so you wish to speak of,  Sister? Being an Astropat- is tiring. Butbi always have time for a servant of the Emperor, as soulbound as I am to him in all his glory. "<br/><br/>She was indeed bound to the Emperor's very soul, his stength fortifying here where she was found wanting,  protecting her from the predatllions of the warp. The sisters uneven breathing and the odd mental ... need she felt. Notbto mention she could hear the labored breath. " Is something wrong? "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>