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Leal nodded his head in vague response to the Inquisitor, dropping his gaze. A gave shadow seemed to depress his previous alacrity as he was clearly having a disturbing thought. "Then there is naught left but to wait for the good Inquisitor." A simple statement, difficult to read for any inflection of annoyance or impatience, but the good captain seemed done talking. 

Leal turned slightly and took solace in the paintings on the wall as he quietly considered his situation. The powersword at his side, even wrapped in seals and parchments seemed to shimmer intentionally for a moment. Leal clasped his hands behind his back, strangely feeling the need to speak again. "I always wonder what to do in moments like these, when precious time seems like a flood that can't be drained fast enough. At every moment, I am aware that our enemies in this universe are rapidly gaining ground on us. Planets are being lost, Inquisitor, faster than I dare to estimate, and our Imperium is still collapsing. Every moment is precious and a shame to waste. 

I was made for battle, and there is simply nothing I would rather do than fight, for an eternity if I could. Yet, I know, that to waste my and my men's lives on a failing front would gain us only wretched time, not victory, which is what we ultimately need. More and more I begin to think that it is the little battles that mean the most, the ones that hold us together that will save us in the end. They are what we need right now. The gangs in the hiveworld, the Sister Sororitas, the forgemoon mechanicus, the Astartes, the Relictors, the rogue traders.... everyone. We must win the battles between ourselves. This is imperative for our return to the path of greatness which the Emperor had begun for us." Leal looked back at Varius again, his zeal seemingly returned. "When Inquisitor Alexius returns to this ship, there will be another victory."