Octavia's pov
Dark eldar: I continue to serve even in death. I used to be a man with sinewy arms. But I never imagined I'd be reborn. I'm here on the field, in the midst of the conflict. Now I'm just a sliver of the closed I used to be alive. Then I was resurrected. Since my death and resurrection, decades have passed. I'll never have to deal with a movement battle. Nearly everyday, I cry for my Master. His Deity will be revered forever. His sigils keep me safe. Because I'm still on guard. I'm not sorry for what I've done. Because I have a course to follow. I awoke to make my ultimate stand. Only when one dies does one's duty come to an end. I raise my eyes to the ceiling. I'm thinking about how I'm feeling. It's dark and cold. I weep and lie.
