"It is merely because of who, or [i]what[/i], you are, and who you have desired to serve among the pantheon of Chaos Gods. A bloodthirsty warrior of Khorne would have sentenced me to execution, for I am pathetic compared to his might. A desolate creature of Nurgle would have mocked my resilience and told me that nothing matters in the end, and that I would die anyway - merely speaking the truth of death. A cruel servant of Slaanesh would bound me to their treacherous ways, and use me either as a toy of pleasure or another who has joined their ranks, who experiences their feelings. ...And then, there is Tzeentch. The bringer of change, weaver of plots. Unlike the other three, you would not bring despair to me, at least unless your master or plotting demanded it. And so, I shall not bring despair to you - for there is no select reason to, other than the fact that you are a "heretic"." [i]Truly, the Sororitas was a neutral being, especially after the events that had occurred a mere month ago. She had remained sitting for the moment, still looking up at the giant being before her.[/i]