[For a while after that, Sevatar and Altani continued to talk like this.]
[Until one day, Sevatar asked Altani, "How did you die?"]
[Altani's bewildered voice came through: "What are you talking about, Yago? I'm not dead."]
[Sevatar suddenly felt a chill run through his body: "Then who are you?"]
[Altani revealed her identity.]
[Sevatar sneered: "Using a young girl to interrogate me, is this the method of the First Legion?"]
[Altani stated: "I just want to help you."]
["Protecting me at the risk of your life?" Sevatar said, disbelieving.]
[Altani then said: "Yago, your home world has already poisoned you, making it impossible for you to understand that people will help each other."]
[Altani's words touched upon Sevatar's core beliefs.]
[He believed the galaxy was cruel and that someone had to do the dirty work.]
[So he looked down on those clean messengers of justice among his peers. But all his theories originated from Konrad Curze and the twisted place that was Nostramo.]
[He measured the galaxy through the lens of Nostramo, naturally arriving at radical conclusions.]
[Before Sevatar could speak, Altani's psychic connection suddenly disconnected.]
[After an unknown amount of time had passed, Sevatar's physical condition worsened.]
[He could only lie on the ground to alleviate the pain.]
[Suddenly, Altani's voice came: "Yago, are you still there?"]
[Hearing Altani's words, the pain in Sevatar's body inexplicably eased.]
[He said: "Still alive. Thank you. I wasn't sure if you would come back."]
[This was the first time in Sevatar's life he had said thank you to someone, but at this moment, he no longer cared.]
[Altani explained that her previous abrupt departure was because she had been discovered.]
[And today she contacted him again because a squad of Dark Angels was heading toward the cell to take Sevatar away.]
[Sevatar noticed Altani's weak tone and, ignoring the impending Dark Angels, asked urgently: "Who caught you? Did they mistreat you?"]
[Altani said the Master of the Choir had sensed their connection. Sevatar wanted to press further, but Altani refused to say more, only urging him to prepare to escape.]
[Sevatar actively used his psychic powers for the first time, reverse-probing Altani's mind.]
[He saw visions of Altani being tortured for seven days and nights, her spine broken. Astropaths within the Legion must be absolutely loyal; Altani's violation was bound to be severely punished.]
[Sevatar himself had punished unruly Astropaths before, but knowing the truth, he still found it unacceptable.]
[After learning the truth, Sevatar endured the pain to stand up and face the cell door. He already knew what he had to do.]
[The cell door opened, and several Dark Angels came to take Sevatar away.]
[Sevatar used the excuse that the cell was too dark and he needed time for his eyes to adjust to the light, so he could walk alone with dignity.]
[The Dark Angels waited for a moment out of courtesy.]
[Sevatar took the opportunity to recover his state. When they reached the corridor, the Dark Angels suddenly stopped moving.]
[Altani's voice came, saying she had controlled them. Sevatar was surprised that this little girl could control twelve Legion soldiers, including a Librarian.]
[But he did not follow Altani's instruction to escape directly. Instead, he killed the Librarian, took his weapon, and asked Altani: "Tell me where you are."]
[Ship alarms blared loudly.]
[Sevatar sprinted all the way toward the Choir where Altani was. At the time, the Astropaths were gathered together sending messages to Terra, but due to the Warp storms, it was destined to be in vain.]
"A powerful, unregistered Psyker appears on my flagship, colludes with an enemy captain, and assists in his prison break..."
Lion ElJonson's voice was as cold as the winds of Caliban. He did not look at the screen but turned his sharp gaze toward Magnus.
"Magnus, is this one of your sorcerous tricks? How could such a powerful Psyker evade detection by my Legion's Librarians?"
The Cyclops sighed with a sense of helplessness.
"Lion, psychic talents in the Universe are as numerous as the stars; not everyone will be found and registered by us. She is merely a wild witch who, at the wrong time, felt compassion for the wrong person. Her power comes from emotion, not scholarship."
"Rather than that, don't you think... Sevatar's choice is more interesting?"
"Interesting? It is more than just interesting." Sanguinius's voice was warm and compassionate, yet held a hint of admiration. "He found it. After all the lies, Orders, and madness, he finally found the path that belongs only to him."
The Angel looked at the blood-soaked figure fighting on the screen and continued:
"We all walk the paths laid out for us—loyalty, honor, duty. And he, after seeing through the hypocrisy of all those paths, chose a road guided by the deepest justice within his heart. I feel sorrow for this, but I also feel relieved that he has finally found himself."
"Hahahaha! Look at this farce!" Angron let out a gleeful laugh. "From a cynical executioner to a warrior charging for love! What a wonderful transformation!"
"No, this is not a farce. This is a liberation." Mortarion spoke raspily, his tone carrying a morbid appreciation.
He crossed his arms, his massive frame leaning slightly forward: "He has finally cast off his shackles. He no longer toils for the lies of the Imperium, nor does he fight for his Master's hypocritical Order. He fights now for only one thing—to take revenge for an oppressed person against the oppressor. It is very honest, and very fair."
The voice of the Lord of Death was like a grinding millstone: "He has turned from a tool of oppression into a weapon of liberation. He finally understands who the true enemy is. I appreciate this transformation."
"He wants to be a hero," Corax whispered, his voice carrying a cold scrutiny, "but the method he chooses is still Carnage and the creation of fear. He wants to save one person, yet does not hesitate to kill many more. He does not know how to create, only how to destroy. He and I are not of the same path, after all."
In the corner of the Viewing Hall, Konrad Curze watched the screen quietly. He did not join the discussion, only gazing at his most outstanding scion with those black eyes that pierced the soul.
It wasn't until Sevatar's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Curze spoke slowly, as if talking to a soul in that distant time and space:
"You seem to have found your own path, Sev."
His voice was very soft, yet carried a tone of near-approval.
"Remember, you are different from my other scions. They merely mimic my rage, while you possess your own."
"Believe in the justice within your heart, wherever it may lead you."