Have you noticed we can breathe in here too? Gosh, I wouldn't have picked up on that.

But my patience isn't limitless... unlike my authority.

In my experience, the heavy-handed, terror-inspiring approach closes as many doors as it smashes open.

We pick up the pieces, Donna. Some of them are broken.

If he speaks again without me knowing who he is, I will throw him out of the window. And I won't open it first.

Chaos claims the unwary or the incomplete. A true man may flinch away its embrace, if he is stalwart, and he girds his soul with the armour of contempt.

That's all you get," said Alpharius, and split him in half. Alpharius sheathed his gladius, and dragged the sabre out of his torso. He tossed it away, and walked through the liter of bodies to where Namatjira was kneeling on the deck. "Please! My lord primarch! Please, I beg you!" Namtjira pleaded, his hands making a desperate namaste. Alpharius drew his boltgun. "Why?" shrieked Namatjira. "Why are you doing this? "For the Emperor," said Alpharius, and pulled the trigger.