Hearing those words, Situval looked at Evan in confusion.
Although this was entirely rational, it was... not very Evan.
In his memory, this cheeky son of the White Scars had always protected his own.
"Evan, I want to give you a medical examination to determine... the harm that prolonged exposure to an anti-psyker field does to an Astartes' body and mind."
"The war isn't over yet, Situval. We can discuss it afterward."
Evan tried to leave, but Situval caught his hand.
"This will directly affect the command of this battle, Brother Evan. Let William take over. Come with me."
Evan let Situval pull him away, gradually distancing himself from the troops until only the Chief Apothecary could hear him.
"Did my remarks about Kuroser strike you as strange? Brother Situval, I admit there are some problems."
Evan had watched a great many battles involving the Dark Angels. He could not understand many of their actions, or their use of many weapons, because he had never lived through those arduous yet glorious years. A Chapter's legacy was not built overnight. Every ancient relic had been paid for with countless lives over the long course of history.
"I'm trying to understand the Dark Angels' actions. At least I understand some of them now. Why they sometimes hold back equipment they could deploy at the start until everything is about to collapse, even though using it from the beginning would save so many brothers."
"I understand, but I refuse to accept it. Please don't forget the promise you made three hundred years ago."
Evan felt something was off. "First, it was three hundred and seventy-one years ago."
Then the Chapter Master's voice dwindled to a mosquito's whine. "Second, you son of Dorn, you're being unreasonable. You can say it, but I can't..."
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