Shattered Legions Pholax watched the reports filter through of the scene outside, countless ships burning, the calls for assistance, the cries of jubilation at a kill earned but the one that stuck out and was played again and again. Gorgon dead... Fulgrim butchered him Even having seen it, now heard it from another source. It could not be true, he'd fought on countless worlds and battlefields for Fulgrim's beliefs and he'd even died for them. Now to learn that Fulgrim himself spat upon those beliefs... What was Pholax then, he was created by beliefs it's creator disregarded like an unwashed cloak. Was Pholax made to be discarded in such a way, or was he nothing more than a creator's failed creation which didn't take the form it should have? As the link was cut, Pholax's musings were cast away as quickly as they came, the spell of the words severed. Lowering his form in response to Sidon's own nod. As other let out cries of anguish and pain, shock and horror, anger and sorrow, Pholax remained in silence as the rest of the events unfolded. Council of the Lost Pholax listened as quietly as he could in his box, to the Raven and to his brothers, each raising their voice about this and that. Although only Vitaly spoke words that mattered really, all else was grandstanding about their loyalty or how they were going to retain their honour. We were now brothers in arms regardless and they'd not spat upon their honour, it was the others who had done that. Pholax finally spoke up, "While I cannot orate like I once used to, and the fire once in my speech is replaced with cold mechanical screeches, Vitaly is right, we are known as enemies to the Imperium, and we do not know who else has fallen in with.... Horus and his ilk... be cautious of who we go to, before we find ourselves going from one gauntlet, to another." Pholax paused and contemplated what his was going to say but found the words to speak, "I would prefer to go to Terra, that is no doubt Horus' goal. If we can go there, we can be at the battle that truly counts. Dorn and his Legion were sent to Terra as we know, there is still one whole Legion we know for sure that is loyal to the Emperor. However, you are Praetor, Sidon, where you go, I will follow. And I've already died once, maybe the second time will be kinder." Pholax let out a slight grinding of gears in laughter at his final words, although it felt hollow to say them.