The Thousand Sons

All is dust


And what are the achievements of your fragile Imperium? It is a corpse rotting slowly from within while maggots writhe in its belly. It was built with the toil of heroes and giants, and now it is inhabited by frightened weaklings to whom the glories of those times are half-forgotten legends. I have forgotten nothing and my wisdom has expanded far beyond mere mortal frailties.


Please forgive me the horror we both know you will make me put you through.

The only good is knowledge and the only evil is ignorance.

If the path to salvation leads through the halls of purgatory, then so be it.