If you asked—and stubbornly insisted on knowing the truth—then Sicarius would tell you that not even in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to one day fight shoulder to shoulder with a group of Iron Warriors.
That shocking fact was almost on par with the time he learned there was a group of Emperor-worshipping Ork Orcs.
But facts were called facts precisely because of their cold reality. The four members of the squad quickly accepted it, but another new question rose along with it.
Saul Tarvitz raised it.
"If, here, the Iron Warriors are loyal." The Emperor's Children's face was so pale it could almost compare with Mephisto's. "Then—does that mean?"
"My sanity tells me we should not pursue this question any further."
Bjorn, unusually calm, said, "Whatever happened here, and however it differs from our world, has nothing to do with us."
He spoke very slowly, which only made him seem more resolute. "Whatever once happened here has nothing to do with us. Remember that, all right? Tarvitz, Mephisto, Sicarius. All of you should remember it."
"I would very much like to do as you say, but I find that difficult."
Saul Tarvitz pressed his lips together and shook his head. "My Legion. Betrayed once."
His voice was very soft, but it was enough for everyone in the room to hear. The half-lidded bust of the Emperor watched them with pity from above the ceiling, as if it already knew something.
"Then, will they do it again? Or. This time, only a small number betray? And among those people just happen to be—"
".Please calm down, Captain." Sicarius had no choice but to speak up and stop him from carrying that dangerous line of thought any further. "Your conjecture is horrifying, but it has no reason or foundation.