THE EXILARCHY
‘I have lost brothers, aye, and wept over their graves. Good men deserve tears to mark their passing. Even the Emperor weeps when His warriors fall. Royal thralls gather that mourning dew in blessed vials, to be treasured as relics forevermore.
Regret is weakness. Guilt is weakness. But sorrow? Sorrow is a chamber in any soldier’s heart. Sorrow is felt even by the divine.’
– High King Arucatas the Swordbearer
Chapter Master of the Emperor’s Spears