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[color=007236]"I'd do what he says. Either he shoots you now, or the Inquisitors shoot you later. They already think we're part of this whole mess. Didn't torture us for nothing. By the throne, just pick up a damn gun.”[/color]

Inessa looked to the speaker, a warrior much older than herself with a body covered in scars and signs of battle. She was being offered survival at the cost of her soul. This man was no different from the voice that had interrogated her earlier, and her decision now was the same as it had been then. This man valued his own survival over the Imperium. He would live as a coward, a traitor to his brothers and sisters, forsaken by the Emperor, and doomed to the Ruinous Powers. She would die a Cadian: a martyr, loyal to the end.

Her eyes looked to the lasgun cradled in his hands. “Then shoot me.” She said quietly. The simple statement robbed the breath from her lungs and she took a deep breath, wincing with pain, before continuing more firmly, “I will not live a traitor.”

If she were to pick up a weapon to fight, and she doubted she could if she tried, it would be to bring down the Emperor's wrath upon these men standing before her.