Lentus felt exalted and uplifted by father Arabars honored words. They made the guilt of this butchery bearable, as he looked around he saw the others were feeling pretty similar save from Sorthraal and some of his claw. They would come around, hopefully. It seemed they had started something grand here today, would they rise to grip history itself by the throat or be brought down by wills of daemons, never knowing naught but persecution. Lentus had now betrayed two great masters, firstly emperor, his creator father of them all however hard other traitor marines were trying to forget the fact, and secondly Konrad, or his will anyway. How could father Arabar say he trusted them? Vicious traitors whose divine punishment could lurk around behind every corner!!! Calm, Lentus, calm...

When Arabar asked if his new flock had any questions, only one popped in the mind of Lentus, he wondered if questioning his new master and giver of solid purpose so soon would be considered crude but the soldier in Lentus just had to ascertain something.

"[i]If I may give voice to one concern I believe several of us are occupied with at the moment. What is our next course of action father?[/i]"