【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十七章：满足 Sated(13)
“With one arm?” Isarae turned to me with a level look, and nodded again.
“If we are taking it, we will do it as correctly as possible under the circumstances,” I insisted, “I will countenance nothing less.”
Isarae sighed, then shrugged again with that oddly human mannerism of hers, and not for the first time I wondered if it was a shared cultural trait or merely a copied affectation for my sake.
“As you say, then,” Isarae turned and trotted off behind the statue towards the sanctum. I was not thrilled with the notion of her rooting around on holy ground, but as it stood I could only demand so much.
Those supplies existed to arm Sisters of Battle against the foes of mankind, leaving them for the Orks to use as they would, possibly using them to kill other Sisters was utterly beyond consideration. If we had to bend a few theological niceties to ensure our own sacred bolt rounds weren’t being fired at us, then so be it.
“Forgive me, Blessed Arabella,” I muttered.
With some difficulty, I clambered up the statue and began the slow, painstaking process of removing the power armour. Each piece was fastened and secured with sacred oaths and scripts, and I untied each one with reverence, reciting the catechisms scribed onto each one as I did.
“If we are taking it, we will do it as correctly as possible under the circumstances,” I insisted, “I will countenance nothing less.”
Isarae sighed, then shrugged again with that oddly human mannerism of hers, and not for the first time I wondered if it was a shared cultural trait or merely a copied affectation for my sake.
“As you say, then,” Isarae turned and trotted off behind the statue towards the sanctum. I was not thrilled with the notion of her rooting around on holy ground, but as it stood I could only demand so much.
Those supplies existed to arm Sisters of Battle against the foes of mankind, leaving them for the Orks to use as they would, possibly using them to kill other Sisters was utterly beyond consideration. If we had to bend a few theological niceties to ensure our own sacred bolt rounds weren’t being fired at us, then so be it.
“Forgive me, Blessed Arabella,” I muttered.
With some difficulty, I clambered up the statue and began the slow, painstaking process of removing the power armour. Each piece was fastened and secured with sacred oaths and scripts, and I untied each one with reverence, reciting the catechisms scribed onto each one as I did.
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