Brother Fellwalker was still deeply set within his silence when he and his battle-brothers moved upon the Tau fortress. In his mind, he was forever battling with the idea that he could have saved both brothers that had died already. Both the devastators had been lost, two soldiers who could have had their lives been spared from the grip of death, but instead were simply permitted to die due to the whims of creatures that weren't even human in nature. The whole series of events made Kaerell's blood boil but he kept it under wraps enough to keep up his semblance of control, for the time being.

He walked with his brothers up to the very gates of the stronghold, he marvelled at just how...quiet the place was. Where mighty guns would once be firing upon them, there was not a single gunner, and where stalwart defends would seek to fire upon the space marines, there were no soldiers. This left Kaerell perhaps, disappointed. He expected the Tau to stand their ground against their advance, not to hide away like cowards when the storm finally arrived.

Stepping over a neatly set aside pulse carbine, Fellwalker was baffled by the neat rows of uniforms and Tau weapons which were simply arrayed out like the Tau left peacefully. “Something can't be right here, surely?” He muttered, his voice still stuck in a sibilant whisper barely above a muttering. Any further musings were cut short when he heard the Son of Russ and the Dark Angel begin to bicker, however.

Rushing towards them, he posed himself between them to attempt to block out further physical violence. He was used to disputes like this, but at least his own chapter, for all their reputation, was more content to talk out their differences rather than begin a brawl. “There shall be no fists here... Speak, if you must, keep some semblance of civilisation!”