"You are following the Quest for Knowledge," decreed Passivity-SEA. "And it would be blasphemous for me to fail to assist you. So I shall answer you clearly: My hatred for the former Archmagos was boundless and public. I wished her ill. I threatened to flay her as a heretek. I am hosting this grand celebration -" she gestured at the ghastly display "- in celebration of her termination. I intend to petition the Necromechanic for sole custody of her corpse that I might immolate it and entomb the ashes in a grand vessel alongside this host of corrupted automata so their evil spirits might feast upon the twisted information she allowed into this Cathedral."

[Bullshit Detector] This is a weird one.

You've seen fanatics - wild-eyed preachers on street corners, lunatic bishops of the Ecclesiarchy leading Guard regiments from the front. You have also seen cynics - aristocratic second sons placed into positions of wealth and influence while only mouthing the holy words without conviction. You get the impression that Passivity is [i]both[/i].

The bonfire display - there's too much [i]showmanship [/i]here. There's too much here that's choreographed, too much that's just so. Like the eye-burning that Passivity is personally overseeing - there is a blood-like fluid dripping from the eye sockets which looks very impressive and triggers an instinctive biological aversion in you. But thinking about it rationally, that blood was [i]put [/i]there. Those machines in the pyres, they're still moving and thrashing even though their circuit boards should have been the first thing to short out. This is not how the Adeptus Mechanicus would do things internally. But at the same time, when you look into that iron eye, you do not get the impression that Passivity-SEA is a simple careerist. To put together a display like this needs an element of sadism and creative effort that you wouldn't get from any aristocrat off the spire.

Getting a solid read on her is a 2 point spend.

"My advice," declared Passivity, "is that once you find the stolen cogitators, burn them. He on Terra sealed the vaults of Mars and forbade them ever be opened. That decree should bind the minds of all forever and ever onwards."