【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第十五章：堕落 Fallen(17)

Just the pair of us.
A futile notion.
Between the demands of the Imperial Creed and Isarae’s own deathwish that would never happen, so I pushed the silent admonishments of my upbringing and internal screams of ‘heresy’ into the far, far back of my mind, and resolved to enjoy what little I could.
We rode for less than an hour before swinging around a corner and leveling out on approach to a small chapel that, from the designs and symbology, was probably kept and managed by a detachment of my own Order. The damage to it, though, did not bode well for the sisters who would have been inside, and I braced myself for the worst as Isarae sidled the bike around the side, then the back, then to the opposite side we approached from a window that was blown out.