But Nieldra raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck his breastplate hard.
"We're grateful beyond words to have a chance to atone," he said, thumping his chest. "We're ready to give our lives for the Imperium at any moment."
To die for the Imperium was an honor. To die for the Khan was an honor. To die for their Chapter was an honor.
Besides, this time they had supplies. The Mantis Warriors excelled at guerrilla warfare, and their survival skills were unmatched. With supplies, equipment, and the Endless Redemption intact... they would come back. They would win honor for the Chapter, too.
Their homeworld, Ootheca, had been confiscated and handed over to the Carcharodons.
To force them out, the Carcharodons Chapter had scorched Ootheca, killing countless people across the star cluster. The Mantis Warriors would never accept the Carcharodons' methods. They still intended to reclaim their homeworld.
Lin En listened without offering much comfort. He just nodded and told Nieldra to keep going.
Being a real man wasn't about fighting, killing, flaunting privilege, and doing whatever you pleased.
It was about holding fast to what was right, acting honorably, and having the courage to own your mistakes.
Why read Warhammer? Wasn't it to see humanity shine against all that darkness?
Nieldra suddenly placed his right hand over his chest and bowed deeply to Lin En.
Lin En asked if he needed anything else.
Nieldra said they had more than enough. They needed nothing else.
After a moment of silence, Nieldra added, "Thank you for looking after the Mantis Warriors. I regret that we couldn't enter your service this time. Please... when the Mantis Warriors return from their Penitent Crusade and have washed away the stain of our sins, come and call on us again. By then,