Vaul's Anvil, the dead one doesn't even have a Soul and still you think to preach to it about your vile faith? Atleast your kind does not lack persistence.
Such is the nature of heretics and traitors. They do not care if things have a soul. All they care about is spewing their lies and filth! Oh, and HI Tim! Looking forward to slaughtering you!
Such is the weakness of the alien trying to desperately make an alliance with the loyalist scum for fear of annihilation. Oh how I shall rejoice when I hear the sound of my chainsword slicing you to quarter. It will be complete bliss to bear witness to your screams of agony.
Do not think us allies, Xenos. Once the Great Common Enemy is slain, there can be no truce between us.
I must admit that I am loving every moment of hate-slinging between factions. Oh, and screw you heretics, go back to the warp!
I forget, it is difficult enough to try and reason with one of the Mon'Keigh - much less with one of the berserk Templars. Now go be of use and slay our foes.
To call the Templars berserkers is to underestimate us. We fight with fury, yes, but not berserker rage. Surely your kin should know better than to misinterpret emotions? After all, your race is the cause of one of the perverse creations of the Warp.
We have a valid excuse for our sins. Unlike you, who are responsible for providing the Chaos Gods with countless soldiers and souls. You scream of your purity, yet half of your kind abandoned your supposed God-Seer for the call of the Warp.
