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Sorrow said nothing for a few long seconds before placing his helmet back on his head, the pneumatic seals of his armor hissing as they clamped shut. 

"I thank you for your counsel, sir. The prying of my brothers, should it come, will not disturb my will and purpose. A mentor... won't be necessary. I shall follow the orders and movements of my brothers in the field and support them as best I can. Consider me nothing more than a vessel for the Emperor's judgement." 

With those parting words, Sorrow saluted his captain. Having already received directions to the armoury earlier upon his arrival to the station, the anonymous Marine made his way there now -- slowly. Every thirty steps, Sorrow paused briefly and muttered a sentence of a litany, allowing the dark and reverent silence of the Watch-Fortress to guide his mind towards a state of tranquil meditation. They would soon embark on a mission and Sorrow needed himself to be focused and cleansed of doubt and melancholy. There was no further room for such emotions. It was time to purge.

Upon arriving at the great doors of the armoury, he already saw a congregation of his brothers and their mentors gathering. Sorrow decided to keep a respectful distance, halting in the shadows near a wall, his hands splayed in the aquila, perpetually whispering prayers and litanies. He would follow them inside when the time came.