<em>"Finally, someone with an ounce of sense!"</em>Thraxius intoned bitterly, sidling up to the Captain and giving Cortez a rather stern glare, the shutters that passed for eyelids narrowing the lens to a thin red line.<em>"Its mere existence is a blight against existence, a physical stain on the Omnissiah's glorious reality.  What's more, it is <strong>unclean</strong>, its heart and mind filled with the festering refuse of atrophy and cowardice."</em><br/><br/>He looked at the Rogue Trader for a moment, coming close enough to whisper in a more personal tone.<em>"You can't allow it to sink its words into us, Cortez.  Nothing good will come of it.  Better to face the next day in ignorance, than to heed the false prophecies and lies woven from its forked tongue.  Allow me to purge it from this world.  <strong>Please.</strong>"</em><br/><br/>There was no anger there, nor righteous indignation, nor even profound irritation.  They were just the words of a man who has seen things no man should have to see, of memories unspoken of, of thinly veiled fear, and of a friend pleading to their own trusted friend.