The truth that the Imperium is fear-mongering and ignorant of which it does not understand, full of ungrateful and close-minded citizens down to a man, and that the Emperor sits rotten and corpse-like on his Golden Throne borne by the sacrifices of a thousand psykers, raised as a false idol by the lies of the Ecclesiarchy to keep its population in check. That the love of the Emperor is a lie.
[Mita says this with a steely, confident voice, one stemming from utter conviction.]
That is the truth of which he revealed to me. But of course, I do not have to tell you that.
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[Mita is happy to go on.]
The truth that the Imperium is fear-mongering and ignorant of which it does not understand, full of ungrateful and close-minded citizens down to a man, and that the Emperor sits rotten and corpse-like on his Golden Throne borne by the sacrifices of a thousand psykers, raised as a false idol by the lies of the Ecclesiarchy to keep its population in check. That the love of the Emperor is a lie.
[Mita says this with a steely, confident voice, one stemming from utter conviction.]
That is the truth of which he revealed to me. But of course, I do not have to tell you that.