Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20190911202955/@comment-30488984-20191009204958

Cyradon shakes his head,

"No offense taken Henriksen, it is always a pleasure to discuss such ideas. My beliefs are unorthodox I know, but amongst the each brotherhood of Astartes are different beliefs held. Many Chapters hold different views on such matters, many get into pointless conflict with one another over such minute matters, and so too do many other factions of the Imperium. There are many instances in our Imperium's long history where Inquisitor fights inquisitors, Astartes fights Astartes, Imperial Guard fight Imperial Guard for reasons beyond reason itself. It is my duty as a keeper of knowledge and philosopher of my brothers to share said knowledge and whatever modicum of wisdon I can bestow on all in the Empire, wherever my path leads me. For, if we allow such philosophical disagreements to tear humanity apart, we have done more harm to ourselves than the enemy could ever hope to do."

Cyradon looks at the horizon, his eyes shimmering unnaturally bright blue, then places his helmet back on, grabbin his bolter shortly afterwards.

"But, this discussion is better suited for another time. We must move before our position becomes compromised by larger Tau forces."

Turning to Jerrios, Cyradon was about to speak before he saw Dion attempting to heal the wounded Partisan. He stood silently a moment and watched the young psyker. ''Crude traditional method. I wonder where he learned it. ''thought Cyradon. He then looks at Jerrios,

"Lead the way when you are ready."