I admit, I was concerned. 

Having given Emmaline my trust and the near endless resources on which to devote herself to perfecting her psychic abilities, she had found a way to cordone off and compartmentalize her mind in order to keep herself safe from the toll dabbling in the warp enacts on the mind. I would have to talk to her about it later, more for her own safety than any concern of heresy, despite her proclivities. I figured something out of the ordinary would occur, however, so I adapted with a herculean effort, despite the myriad of Emmalines surrounding me. Truth be told, I had experienced a similar dream before, without the mercenary chained up and pleading for death. It was unexpectedly erotic, though I found my outfit flickered from my suit, to my battle armor, to my own nude form. The Emmalines all looked at me and blushed. I closed my eyes, or my fascimile's eyes and focused, letting all thoughts leave my mind before I placed an iron clamp on my mental projection. I opened them, and I wore my naval-cut inquisitor uniform, resplendent with the fur cloak signifying my ascension to Kronus's position. 

"How did you learn how to take his mind to question?" I asked the Emmaline that seemed inclined to elucidate various matters. In my years of study, I had heard of similar skills, but Emmaline had learned it rather quick by my estimation and concern. Before she spoke, Emmaline-who-is-guilty appeared, her hair unbrushed and her evening dress marked as if she had just gotten out of a scuffle. 

"I've been reading a small bit of Leiber's Treatises of the Mind." She said. I made certain not to sigh, noting it as a tome I had warned her about delving into. It was not strictly heretical, but it had been banned by various segmentums for being too loose on protocol and too stringent in how one describes dabbling in chaos, using technicalities and half-truth to justify very dangerous practices. It was the perfect book for Emmaline, I thought to myself. 

"You're not mad are you?" Oh throne, you're angry, right? Don't be, please..." Emmaline-who-worries-about-things pleaded, clutching my sleeve. As if she worried it would wrinkle the fabric, she let go and shrank back. 

"Don't fret, I'm rather impressed," I admitted, smoothing my coat. 

"Don't be, I'm certain anyone could do it." Emmaline-with-false-modesty gently admonished.  

"Let me go!" The man cried. "Burn you all, just let me die!" 

"Silence!" I roared, using my will. Or, I attempted to. The dungeon vibrated gently, the Emmaline's flickering for a moment, but returning steadily. I apparently could not use it in here, but the effort did cause my voice to rise three times louder. That alone cut the man off from speaking, and I approached his cell. The two Emmalines-who-guard stepped aside with parade ground discipline and stood at attention. My eyes burned with righteous fury. "You will speak when spoken to, and when you speak it will be to answer our questions. You have turned your back on your species, you have assaulted a member of the Emperor's most holy inquisition," I said, my voice filled with quiet menace. "And worst of all, you attacked the woman I love." 

Behind me, Emmaline-who-loves ran to embrace me, wearing the same black dress and hairstyle when we shared out first dance and kiss. Emmaline-who-disciplines, wearing a black justicar bodyglove and wearing her hair in a severe bun stopped her, holding a cudgel out to keep the other from reaching me. That was fortunate, and I turned to the mercenary, who looked horrified. I was uncertain if striking him would work, but I took Emmaline-who-explains-things advice. "Very well, we'll pierce his mind and find his secrets. Which Emmaline comes with me?" 

It was the wrong question to ask. Immediately the blonde women began to bicker, trying to yell over one another. Even the worried one and the infatuated one showed wrath at the other Emmalines. The Emmalines-who-guard brandished their weapons, but it didn't seem to inspire any fear. Emmaline-who-explains-things lectured the others as Emmaline-who-loves slapped aside another Emmaline and waved her hand, trying to garner my attention. 

As much as I wanted to experience my lover in such naked affection, this was not a social visit. I stroked my fascimile's chin and considered. Emmaline-who-explains-things would be useful, but the others were not adverse to explaining. Emmaline-who-disciplines and Emmaline-with-false-modesty seemed to be the most professional, and I almost chose the former before I felt we did not need two hard touches. I pointed at Emmaline-with-false-modesty. "You, Emmaline, come with me. You and I will go inside his head." 

"I wasn't expecting to be the best choice, but I suppose it makes sense." She said with a barely suppressed smirk, gently fixing her hair with a swift tug of her hand. She sauntered up to my position, and I nodded, turning to the man.