Kaerel Fellwalker didn't sit so much as constantly move, he was never still, and in a constant bloody-minded state of movement. In his mind he recounted the battles he fought against the Tau, their cowardice and their pathetic cries of woe when his chainsword found its mark into their soft, unarmoured, flesh. 

In his zeal, he had paid no heed to the librarian or the two devastators that boarded after he had, they weren't fit to join the Deathwatch in the least in his mind, what use would they be when the fighting grew thickest and the greatest threats bore down upon them?! Scoffing, he silently toyed around with the bladed edge of his colossal chainaxe, caressing the handle of the weapon and taking savage delight at the sharpness of the teeth.

"Tell me, brother. Do you have little faith? Do you doubt the prowess of the Emperor's own chosen? Do you think of us all as simple-minded?" He directed these questions to no one in particular, though he glared at the Dark Angel as he spoke. "How very typical...perhaps if that should turn to outright heresy, then I may alleve you of your sins..." His voice had shifted into a deathly whisper, even if his defected voicebox turned the cutting remark into something far more murderous sounding.

Turning his gaze onto the doors leading into the pilot's chambers, Kaerel had begun to rock slowly in his seat. Restlessness begun to take hold as he seemed to drift in and out of focus on the outside world and into his own blood soaked mind. If the foe would not fight up close, then he would force them to.

He snapped out of this bloodlusting when the monotone voice of the pilot echoed across the ship, bringing his mind back into reality and away from the horrors he thought of so often. "So slow, so damnable slow...always."