【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十七章：满足 Sated(11)

I turned to stare up at the armour, a tremor setting up in my legs as I realised I was truly considering Isarae’s words. I was actually considering climbing up the statue of Saint Arabella and prying the armour of a dead Canoness off of her, and donning it myself.
Isarae sighed.
“Either we take it,” she extended one palm up, “or we destroy it,” she held up the other, and I felt my gorge rise much worse at that notion. “To do anything else would mean giving it over to the Orks.”