Kaiser Whitefang listened to Lin Fan and Krippman trade barbs. At first, he found it quite entertaining; after all, watching the Inquisition get embarrassed was rather amusing.
But the more he listened to Lin Fan viciously condemn the Imperium's current state, the heavier his heart became, and the smile on his face vanished.
He thought of his long years of service. The cruel sights that made him sigh in helplessness always surfaced in the dead of night, shattering his mental defenses.
At times, he too felt lost and confused, grieving over the meaning of his own existence.
The Space Wolves fought across the stars, seemingly invincible, yet nothing ever changed. They purged the evils here only to rush to another battlefield.
And when they returned, the worlds they had once fought for had fallen into fresh wars.
Wars against xenos, wars against traitors, wars born of regime changes...
When he had still been a recruit, he had once asked the old wolves of the Chapter.
"What meaning is there in fighting like this? I've never seen a peaceful world..."
The old wolf had not answered him. He had merely looked at Kaiser Whitefang calmly, saying nothing.
Perhaps war itself was the greatest meaning of this universe. Everyone was trapped within it.
War was everything. Everything was for war...
Lin Fan was still speaking eloquently, going on at length about how certain social phenomena within the Imperium bore a striking resemblance to Chaos.
Kaiser Whitefang suddenly spoke. "Do you know about the Month of Shame?"
That single sentence plunged the meeting into silence. Inquisitor Krippman's expression changed drastically as he stared darkly at Kaiser Whitefang.
Only a handful of Space Wolves warriors and the upper ranks of the Inquisition knew of this incident. The remaining mortals who knew had all committed