Will looked at the silent Space Marine before him and finally understood.
It was this man who had discovered him, not the severed line of communication, not the captured liaison, not any lapse or mistake.
It was this Raven Guard standing before him, his face hidden by his Helmet, who had dragged him out of the shadows and thrown him under the lights of this interrogation room.
He felt neither anger nor fear. He simply gazed back into the eyes hidden beneath that Helmet, waiting for whatever came next.
"You have strong faith," Zorge said slowly. His voice was quiet, without an interrogator's deliberately lowered menace or the mockery of a cat toying with a mouse.
Will raised his head, facing the glaring light and those unreadable eyes beneath the Helmet's shadow.
His cheeks were swollen, the corners of his mouth split, and blood still seeped from the gap where his front tooth had been. Yet his voice was unusually clear, as though he were swearing an oath. "Stronger than you so-called Demigods."
He paused, his lips curling in contempt.
"I thought you lot would be something formidable. Turns out your loyalty doesn't even measure up to mine, and I'm just a Mortals. A pack of traitors. I'll be waiting for you in hell."
Zorge did not get angry.
He did not tighten his grip on his knife like Kroge, nor did he growl a threat.
He simply stood there silently, like a black statue.
After a moment, his voice sounded again, carrying a trace of curiosity, of genuine inquiry without malice. "How do you know we're traitors?"
Will sneered, tugging at the wound at the corner of his mouth and making him wince slightly, but he did not back down. "You're so worried Lord Lorgar will discover what you're