Now his torso rested in a cup-shaped cart adorned with valour tassels and therapeutic seals. Two speechless simian servitors attended him, one to ingest his waste and cleanse him, the other to nourish him with its own enriched blood and shift his cart from window to window – from which he gazed out, praying for an exploration vessel of his Chapter to pass this way.
Yeah so this is the amputated Blood Drinker from before but like.... but like...'ingest his waste' Please god my eyes.
PS: I'd pray too. These Fists are freaks.