Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224030/@comment-14745711-20161224210046

Rox gets up and makes his way into the middle of the now silent carnage. He stares blankly at Pytor's body for a few moments. 'Even an Astartes couldn't see why their life was worth holding onto. Why am I still bothering after what I've done?' His hands shake for a moment, but then his body tightens, hands tensing into close fists around his laspistols.

'Always keep your feelings in check. Never let the citizenry imagine that their patron might be unstable.'

The moment passed (more or less), Rox turns and walks away from Pytor's corpse. His gaze scans the many bodies as he walks before stopping on one in particular.

"Why would they be carrying an Imperial Standard?" He wonders aloud, looking at the fallen rebel flag bearer and the Imperial Eagle printed on his banner.