‘Tell me, Kavel, what has the Imperium of Man ever done for you?’ Drameon asked. Kavel heaved and spat, but he could still feel it inside him. ‘You sacrificed your leg for them, and they don’t even know your name,’ Drameon said. ‘You toiled in the fields for them, and all they did was take your bounty for themselves.’ It spread through him like a fever, growing stronger by the second. ‘You owe them nothing, Kavel. Not your loyalty, and certainly not your life.’
