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To the outside galaxy, members of our orders appear much alike: an inquisitor is an inquisitor, a being of fear and persecution. It surprises many that internally, we are riven with clashing ideologies.
To express it in simple terms, some inquisitors are puritans and some are radicals.
There was something dark about the light.
I didn’t mind. It kept her out of my way.
I kept the questions to myself. They were private and didn’t concern my investigation.
An honest man doing his best
‘Are you questioning the working practices of the most lauded Inquisition, Gregor? Working practices laid down centuries ago? Are you questioning the motives of fellow members of our convocation?’ I knew he was joking, but
He had also tested the capabilities of the gun-cutter almost to destruction, and knew exactly what it could and couldn’t do. What worried me most was what he hoped it might do.
From your moaning, Molitor, I wonder what kind of man I am listening to. A radical, certainly. An inquisitor? I have my doubts.’ Molitor leapt up again, raging. ‘You knave! You whoreson bastard knave! How dare you?’ ‘Very easily,’
Tell me, do you need to actually contract Uhlren’s Pox yourself to know that it is fatal?’
Even today, I console myself that to have forgotten would have been worse. That would have been denial, and denial of such visions eventually opens the doors of insanity.
He was to me the embodiment of war in peacetime, a vast power bound into genteel behaviour, striving to prevent his awesome strength from breaking loose.
He was dying to ask you about it, but he didn’t dare.’ Now that was funny.
