The Grey Knight was in the bar, resting his back against a wall. His arms crossed and his entire body was covered in shadow. The only thing that escaped the void were two red lenses of his Crusader Helm. Shielded from minds but no from the fearful eyes of the humans nor the Astartes. When the Space Marine screamed for his slave, Domicious knew what was going on. Slavery.... Why now would he care? He knew. It was the burden of having a mind that couldn't be entered. Nothing can get out. Especially the n- No. Stop. Now. They mustn't know. Domicious waited for the Thousand Son to make his move.