I was feeling much better now we had gotten rid of the glowering astartes. It did make me a little nervous, as we hung in orbit, to know there was a whole planet of them down there, doubtlessly busy praising the Emperor, fondling their bolt guns, and daydreaming about purging people like me from the galaxy. Once we were back in the warp things got back to what I was starting to think of as normal. I played cards with Caiphon as well as some other games our dear departed astartes would disapprove of and he continued his efforts to teach me to read the Tarot. He seemed frustrated, not with me, but with the cards, even I could read that the future was very clouded and whether the Emperor came up ascendent or downcast seemed to alternate each time we went through the ritual. It made me a little uneasy so I finally decided to go and talk to my erstwhile employer. Predictable I found him doing something that looked uncomfortable in the gym.

"Inquisitor," I said as I stepped through the hatchway and was greeted by the smell of sweat and recycled ship air. Hadrian looked up from the press up or whatever it was he was doing and arched an eyebrow. We hadn't spoken very much except for during lessons. Naturally I found drinking amasec with the astropath to be a more congenial way to spend my time than loitering around an Inquisitor who clearly had alot on his mind.

"What is it?" he asked, standing up from his exercise and lifting a towel to wipe away some of the sweat. I pressed me lips together, considering what I should say.

"I had a dream," I began, though whether it was a dream or a repressed memory I couldn't really say. He arched an eyebrow. A psyker's dreams are not something they talk about lightly.

"Of what?" he demanded.

"I'm not sure," I told him, the images a jumble in my head. I knew it was what the cult had been using me for, to create what I had seen in my dream for them. Hadrian gave me a somewhat exasperated look.

"Let me show you," I told him beckoning him over. He gave me a suspicious look but complied crossing the deck to stand beside me. I lifted my hand and touched his temples.

"You aren't going to try to mess with my mind are you?" he asked. The tone was neutral maybe meant to be a joke.

"How do you know I haven't already?" I asked, arching an eyebrow in mock menace. He snorted a laugh at that and I pressed my fingers into his temples and opened myself to the warp.

The vision was only a few seconds. A series of symbols that burned with sickly green light tumbling past at great speed. They had no meaning, and while they weren't any script I knew of, the seemed ancient, evil and threatening in my mind. Again. Hadrian thought/said in my mind. I concentrated and replayed the images from the beginning, and then, without being asked, did so a third time, this time slowed down as much as I could managed. Enough. I let out a soft moan and broke the contact, staggering back slightly. Hoarfrost rimmed every surface in several meters and crusted in Hadrian's hair and eyebrows. He brushed at it but the psychic ephemera was already beginning to disperse.