And so you chose Fulgrim above anyone else, [Eridanus' tone implies a resolution that could be nothing but finite, and as Lucius' grin spreads all the wider, his own flattens into the irritated press of a curt smile. He doesn't bat away the teasing claw at the tip of his nose, but as he draws in a steadying breath, his chin tilts back to pull it away from the touch.] I was under the impression that your loyalty resided with none other than yourself.

[There's more he wants to say—about the position of pawn being unsuitable for Lucius. He knows it would be nothing more than the pass of ignorant judgement, but the way his blood surges at the mention of such profound faithfulness has him feeling more restless now than when he had freshly risen from the grave.]

What was it like, killing your beloved friend for him?