This ancient secret was still a novelty to Situval. As long as the Night Lord was willing to talk, everything would be recorded, true or false.
"Hey, should I send you home? Oh, never mind. The renovations have been a little noisy lately. I'll send you back in a couple of days, once they're finished."
Situval quietly added that last remark, hoping the Nightveil would not end up looking like one of the Iron Hands' flying iron coffins.
The Light of the People shuddered. That was rare enough that even the Night Lord felt it. He shut his mouth and never spoke again afterward.
Situval then handed the interrogation over to a Commissar and went to find Evan with the information.
"Mostly accurate," Evan said.
The Chapter Master did not explain where his knowledge came from, and Situval did not ask.
The two old friends talked about everything from the Dark Angels' gene-seed problem to the war in the Ghoul Stars. Outside, a surge in the Warp jolted the warships, scattering a few vessels on the fleet's perimeter. Fortunately, the Wind and Cloud-class Battleships had never entered the Warp in the first place.
"We've lost contact with another two Lunar-class Cruisers. The Astronomican's light is too faint here..."
Evan still sounded calm, but Situval knew he was on the verge of exploding.
"Which means that, at some unknown time and place, a few more unlucky planetary nobles are going to have their estates confiscated."
"So, we've lost more ships in the Warp than I expected. With our supply lines abandoned entirely, we'll need to revise the battle plan."
"Look on the bright side. The Light of the People might be able to produce enough ammunition to supply these ships now."
"Begin translation." Evan cut the conversation short without warning. He