154: That Day

"Idiots. Every last one of them."

Amit got to his feet, grumbling indistinct curses under his breath. Dante merely watched him with slight embarrassment. In the past he knew of, the Blood Angels did not seem to be a Legion fond of such crude behavior—but there were always exceptions.

The veteran finally rose from the blood coffin. He wore only light armor, and Dante saw that Amit had no intention of changing into anything else.

Amit spread his hands.

"Shall we go?"

Dante froze, but Amit had already strode toward the exit with an impatient swagger.

"Wait!"

Dante called out. His peripheral vision remained fixed on the Blood Angels emblem on Amit's light armor. The Flesh Tearers had their own distinctive insignia, yet for some reason Amit still wore the light armor of the Blood Angels Legion.

"You can't go out dressed like that."

The moment he pointed it out, Amit stopped sharply. He looked back at Dante and snorted.

"So this time, you're not here to save my lord."

Amit said,

"What, had the Imperium finally decided to sentence my father to death?"

The Flesh Tearer's savage gaze made Dante feel cold. In the records, Blood Angels were mostly gentle and modest people. From Dante's observations, even recruits implanted with Blood Angels gene-seed often carried themselves with greater nobility.

But there were always exceptions. Perhaps the Flesh Tearers represented another side of the Archangel.

It made him uncomfortable.

"Everything must wait until the Regent arrives before a decision can be made."

Dante replied, but Amit had already stalked toward him fiercely. He flashed Dante an ill-intentioned grin, baring his fangs.

Dante was not afraid. He merely lamented that among the sons of the Blood Angels, there were colleagues as bloodthirsty as this—proof of their true nature.

Amit drew a