Lentus nodded at father Arabars answer, bowed and took his leave. He did not want anyone to sense his quite visible excitement and an dumb grin that spread across his pale face. An pilgrimage, maybe even an crusade of sorts, just the thing I need to cleanse my soul. Or plunge it deeper into depravity? NO! Definitely this is an good thing. Even if it meant the whispering was going to continue, even strengthen. This time it was with purpose however, from their traitorous minds an map was going to be forged. An map to greatness or doom.

On his way to his cell, Lentus found the legionnaire he had slaughtered on his way to the bridge, this time he had more of his wits about him and he remembered this corpses name, Xextus he was. Flashing memory from time of heresy crossed his mind, how in a crater from melta explosion they had been surrounded by loyalists, only him and Xextus, rest of their claw naught but mangled bodies. How they had shared ammo for the last time and charged their enemies in a glorious counter-assault.

Lentus expected his guilt to wreck his mind again but it did not come this time, for some reason he was fine, even content with this murder. He was sure that divine vengeance would find him soon enough and that whispers would once again cloud his mind when they entered the eye but now he was at peace and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted. He took Xextuses blood spattered helmet from his corpse and looked into its lenses for a while. Hmmmm. To show his devotion to their new crusade he would graft an trophy of this finely made Night Lords helmet, what kind, he was not sure yet.