"Child, you are free. You can do anything you wish." The voice in Hols's mind was not particularly clear. Though kindly and resonant, it sounded as though a lump of phlegm were caught in its throat, making it uncomfortable to listen to.
"Thank you, Father, but I still don't know whether I'm doing the right thing, whether I should do this..." Hols still hesitated.
"I'm happy with the Orks, very happy. I like Boss Slick, I like him so much. I like Clever Git, Daft, and Crooked Mouth too. There are so, so many people I like." Lost in his memories, Hols's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes brimmed with tears.
"It's wonderful to be alive. It's so wonderful! Thank you, Father. Thank you for giving me life."
"Every living being deserves an equal chance at life. That is the law of nature. Since you honor me as your father, I shall give you my selfless aid..." The voice grew gentler, more loving.
"But your future is not mine to choose... I can be your shelter from the storm, your safe harbor, but I cannot decide your future and stifle your freedom."
The open hangar in space seemed almost impatient. The enormous invisible warship drew closer to Hols, as though it could not wait to take his Ork warship inside.
"It's so wonderful to be alive... There are so many beautiful things, so much more excitement than in that dark, sealed-off tank... I'm so captivated by being alive. I want to experience more. I want to experience life more fully, more deeply." Hols's words grew firm.
"I'm glad, child. You have chosen your own path." There was not a trace of selfishness in the voice. "Go spread your wings and soar. If you face difficulties, call upon me in the