"Not bad. Different. There are 1,000 chapters of the Emperor's Astartes at large in the galaxy. We all have different ways, different mindsets. The sons of Vulkan are pragmatic and humane. The Black Templars, my own chapter are faith, zeal and ferocity. The sons of Fenris are brute savagery. The Blood Angels combine bloodlust with artistry, the Ultramarines pride themselves on their doctrinaire methods of war, and our progenitor chapter, the Imperial Fists, are siege-masters without compare, stubborn and unyielding."

He contemplates the idea of a family for a bit, and a melancholic silence falls on the warrior, then says, "For a being such as yourself, imagine that there are many kinds of horses. You ran with horses that were alike. And now you are alone among smaller beings. Sheep and things. There is only one other horse, and he is not your family, though he is also a horse. That is how strange I feel."