Aldaric walked in awkward silence with brother Rathanael for several moments, each of them getting used to the idea of the other. Finally, the veteran spoke. His voice was unexpectedly quiet, yet Aldaric clearly caught every word. The former-captain recruit didn't immediately answer, and let their footfalls play a soothing rhythm in echos through the vast halls. Such patience was rewarded with exactly the kind of advice Aldaric had hoped for, personal. 

"...allow yourself to hate them with every fibre of your being, and you shall do the Emperor's work.”

Rathanael was seething with righteous ire to the point it deserved a commendation. Aldaric immediately absorbed and reflected his mood, not needing to question it. He too, had ire. The experience and personal maturity that had seen him promoted to captain had arisen ironically out of an ability to follow, thus he easily took cues from his mentor. The two were proving to be fairly well matched. 

Aldaric nodded in understanding, neither of them breaking their casual stride. Reflecting on Rathanael's words, the younger recalled his own anger against the xenos and allowed it to fill him, to flow in his blood like a drug. His answer was likewise quiet in return as they came within sight of the armory, "Hatred... yes. I do hate them. So let it become my greatest weapon." 

The two stopped in front of the armory. Of course the Ultramarines were already here....