Sanath was utterly terrified when Lucius picked him up and carried him off to the fighting pits. He kept a death grip on his bag of possessions, namely the book that the rogue Astartes was so keenly interested in. When he was placed beside the Space Marine, watching the fight between a large Ogryn, a rabid Greenskin, and now another Space Marine, Sanath swore to himself silently when the voices, of which he now fully believed to be of the four Gods, began to speak to him yet again...

[i][color=green]Watching a fight is just so dull...why don't you just sit here, and enjoy a nice Lho-Stick, hmm?[/color]
[color=red]NO! Engage yourself in their battle, bathe in the shed blood, and gorge yourself on the remains of the victims![/color]
[color=blue]Do whatever you wish...just beware of what might be in store if choose wrongly...[/color]
[color=lightcoral]Give in to your desires...fight, cheer, drink, be merry, whatever...just let yourself go.[/color][/i]

Sanath shivered noticeably as the voices continued, and whimpered as they began to shout over each other. His heart beat like a war drum in his ears, and his breath drew ragged and raspy. He quickly dug into his bag, withdrawing an inhaler of Kalma, and breathing in deeply until the voices ceased. As he continued to watch the din of battle in the pits, and the crowd of onlookers, things seemed to slow. Sanath's heart rate dropped, his breath eased, and he slinked back in his seat. Though he felt far more relaxed, a small inner thought in the back of his head nagged at him slightly, thinking about the warning given by the Voice of Change.