Raditus's Melancholy!

To be honest, ever since Rorschach returned,

he had vaguely sensed that something was off with Raditus.

But he could not put his finger on exactly what was wrong.

After all, it was merely an intuition-like sixth sense brought about by his extraordinarily sharp Beast Senses.

Since he had found no signs of Chaos corruption on the Servitor Skull,

Rorschach had suppressed the urge to get to the bottom of it.

But now,

Rorschach slowly opened his eyes and stared fixedly at Raditus, who seemed completely lost in profound contemplation,

paying almost no attention to anything happening around it.

He could not help taking a deep breath, already determined to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Thud!

A thick-knuckled hand from Rorschach lightly rapped against the Servitor Skull's yellowed bony cranium, abruptly jolting it out of its contemplation.

"Ah? My apologies, Honored Primarch. I accidentally drifted off just now... I may not have been resting well lately. Please do not take offense."

At that moment, the flickering red lights in Raditus's eye sockets suddenly became active as it hurriedly spoke toward Rorschach.

Even its mechanical voice carried an obvious air of concealment.

Rorschach subconsciously raised a hand and scratched his chin with several sharp fingertips. He stared expressionlessly at Raditus nearby and said in an even tone,

"Oh? As I recall, you used to complain to me that aside from occasionally tinkering with Auto-Servitor Robots for entertainment, you had practically lost the very concept and state of sleep and rest. At the end of the day, how could you still count as a living creature in any physical sense?"

Before Rorschach had even finished speaking,

he raised two thick-knuckled fingers again before Raditus's flickering red eye lights.

His other hand silently pulled the sizable Heart of the Forge from storage space and