Beneath his cowl and deep-verdant armor, Dominous sat silently as he reflected upon the Inquistor's words. Even now, he was ever vigilant- often gazing upon his 'brothers' with a mixture of caution and skepticism, but he was aware of the task that the Emperor had set before him. It would be his divine directive to shelter and aid his fellow Astartes of many chapters- though the ones that caught his attention most fervently were those of the Space Wolf chapter. Even now, past visions of his conquest over another Wolf brought an idle grin to his visage, but beneath his hooded helm, no one would know. Instead, he kept himself to the rear of the squad, the last to enter the vessel as he took a seat nearest the door.

"Do not be over-eager, brothers. The enemies of man shall fall before our wrath... Lest you bore us all with your prattle on the descent," His sullen and somber tone resonated within his vox transmission as he settled back onto his acquired seating. Even now, he took great care to not sully his tabard, looking down over the chapter's marking that adorned his breast as he rested a hand upon the cloth. With a closing of eyes, he began to silently recite litanies to only himself- his prayers in true and honest yearning. Even now, his thoughts lingered on the brothers that had fallen before him and beside him, returning their gene-seed with a mixture of pride and lament. But only in death does service end, and in death the ultimate reward: to give one's life in service to the almighty God-Emperor. Repentance is all that a Dark Angel could want, a glorious death in the name of the sovereign whom their traitor brother's scorned.

"To remake that which was broken. To earn the trust of the Emperor once more," He quoted in a hushed whisper, inaudible through vox as his eyes opened to the pict-feeds and displays that now graced his vision. "Witness me, Lion- as we bring glory to the Imperium, and I to our chapter.