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He fights past the point of death, fueling his body with stubborn anger when organs and blood and air are no longer enough.
When he falls, it’s with an apology on his lips.

Upon the shoulders of each warrior, a ruby-red drop of blood the size of a mortal’s fist was winged by marble angel pinions. It was a symbol that had endured for thousands of years, and one the Night Lords were sure to recognize. The Traitor’s own symbol was the corrupt opposite-a fanged skull instead of a primarch’s holy blood, and arching bat wings instead of the pure aileron of the murdered Angel, Sanguinius

Dreadnauts are so cool

…”born of a world that knew fear, knew blood, and knew murder - more than any other globe in the emperor’s grip. The people of Nostramo knew these aspects as a natural part of life. Acceptance of such darkness bred a Legion colder than any other, a Legion willing to discard its humanity in service of the Throne. And that is what it did.”