"We just recovered from the blight. An every life of our legion matters as that of a thousand of any other." The librarian inclined his head towards Aleph. "Fulgrim rebuilt his legion with almost no resources. Each of us was picked out of millions and millions of candidates. To lose but one of us, means greater loss to him than any of us would ever admit to care. And unlike you, I would wish to be saved - so I may continue to make our father proud tomorrow. A dead son, is only another tear shed. A moment of distraction when the greatest Primarch should be focused to look forward and carve a prime exemplar of what humanity can achieve." Elymas replied melancholic and adamant. He took a deep breath, keeping his emotions in check. "I would like to continue the philosophy of one's worth once we are outside of a warzone, if you wish. But for now, our harmony should continue despite my discord tune. A false note played in our well arranged orchestrate. Worry not, any of you, that my strings will be strung in time with yours. My voice but be lonely, but on the battlefield we fight as one."