Ahhhh, a lovely priest of the Corpse. As a residential Word Bearer, I would happily sit and discuss philosophy with you. You're not the first priest I have converted to a true faith. Should the discussion turn biolent, I can always show you your error with my Crozius, then drag your soul burning and screaming from the warp. Then, we can see if your foolish god will save you from my brothers and myself's tender care upon the Wrack of Torment.
Quick soldiers of the Imperium. Stay away from this blabling madman for he seeks to mislead us into another War of Faith. Grab your weapons men and fend them off in the Emperors name for we shall not be hosts to this sickness of the Ordos whom are not Malleus.
Hes not a babbling mad man, just misguided. I would happily see this mans fire and conviction turned to a faith that rewards him.
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt." "For he that is free of conviction shall walk amongst the stars for eternity. Never shall you have to question your loyalty if the work you do in His name is pure." I will not follow him for I have seen his kind before in the form of the Word Bearers. I will purge such existence before its taint may spread.
Taint? What taint? We bring the truth. The Emperor is a lie my dear priest. You know it in your soul. The Emperor is no god, and this comes from the Legion that began that faith. Release yourself from the wretched shackles that bind you. Be free.
