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Alendian was leaning up against the wall to the entrance of the mess hall. Robe wrapped tightly around her and hood up over her head, she clearly didn't want to invite outside conversation. Of course, she was rarely in a conversing mood but the state she was in now was borderline shut off. It wasn't because she was angry or feeling like cutting people out but because she was thinking. How could something like that have ever happened? What that was...well, it that spoke of Eldar and human relationships of a certain sort.

To help sort out that confusion, she called for the Space Marine to meet her at the mess hall. Her pride had taken a huge beating while doing that. Asking a human for anything was possibly the lowest thing on her list of things she ever wanted to do in life.

As for why she called the Black Templar, it wasn't to blab what she knew, that was for sure. Sharing misery could be fun but she didn't want the fool running off and doing something stupid. Instead, she wanted to figure out what was so fun about spending time with a human. It never occurred to Alendian that Erhart was definitely not the best candidate to test this out on. All humans were the same to her. Even if some were almost twice the size of others.

Damn, she really didn't know why she was doing this but she kept waiting. It was better than embarrassing herself by running away. That was something she'd definitely be called out on.

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Erhart steps into the mess hall, his armor purring after being properly repaired, and looks over the place for a moment, sighting in on Alendian.

"What is it that you wish of me? Why have you called me out here?"

Well, someone is still as friendly as ever.

A long suffering sigh escaped her lips. Of course he came wearing his armor. Did Space Marines ever leave their armor?

Her finger jabbed into the mess hall itself.

"We are going to eat our daily....ration and discuss things."

"Very well. I see no danger of being poisoned."

He removes his helmet, and sits down, making the seat on his side of the table groan with his weight.

"There is no danger of anyone being poisoned."

She grabbed a place to sit across from him and slides a tray across the table to him. Of course, it has the food on it.

But eating wasn't the purpose of this visit so she quickly got around to what she'd consider small talk.

"Tell me about your last campaign."

"By that, I assume you mean in our own Galaxy."

He thinks for a moment, and says, "It was a campaign against the Orks, who were taking advantage of the Black Crusade to make inroads into nearby sectors."

He eats the food with no apparent gusto, or disgust. Just refueling himself. He takes no pleasure in it.

"Something tells me the only thing the Orks were taking advantage of was a fight." Because all Eldar knew that Orks were absolutely obsessed with fighting and shoved their face everywhere there was a war going on.

Alendian, on the other hand, spooned the food in her mouth just to get it over with. She needed the nutrients but the taste disgusted her. Instead of being scared of it, she fought it just like an enemy.

"They got more of a fight than they could handle. The got a fighting company, and we cleansed them, world to world, blade to blade, raining fire from the sky and butchering their swinelike bodies in close. They were as nothing, no great Warboss leading them, unlike Armageddon. Just an unruly mass of filth that we cleaved into."

"Orks are not difficult to beat. The only tough thing about them is they keep coming back." And Alendian knew fully well as to why. Ork spores and all that. Eldar knew how to take care of that but it was always annoying.

"Now... tell me why you have really called me out here. As pleasant as talking about killing the swinekin is, I know your kind don't do anything with a purpose in mind beyond idle conversation."

He meet her eyes, his own brown, and smouldering a bit with a mixture of anger and confusion.

"Tell me, human," she said, tapping her fingers on the table, "what would you do if you found one of your....battle brothers having a relationship with what you would call a 'xeno'?"

"Isn't that what we're doing right now? Talking without murdering one another? I'd examine him for heresy, and turn him over to the Inquisition if I found him wanting, of course."

Erhart is the master of not getting it.

"By the gods..." Her hands immediately went up to cover her face in a gesture more universally known as a facepalm.

"Are you honestly that dense?"

"Well, yes. Humans are more physically robust than Eldar to begin with, and Space marines by an order of magnitude."

They are also amongst the most literal creatures on the face of the galaxy.

There is no need for a war mask in public. There is no need for a war mask in public. There is no need for a war mask in public.

With typical Eldar quickness, the leftover food on her plate went flying at Erhart. Violent actions weren't allowed but food hurt no one.

He punches it out of the air, splattering food and plate fragments everywhere.

"What was that about? It was weak, even for an attack from your kind."

"I am not about to end up in the prison on this ship just because you can use your idiocy as a weapon sharper than a blade." That was a nasty insult, even coming from an Eldar. Get on her level.

Erhart laughs a bit, "You're the one acting like an idiot, talking about things that cannot be."

He pauses, "But still, you have a purpose for it. I can see your will wavers somehow. Unlike me... you are unsure. Why?"

"Oh, so you've suddenly spawned psychic abilities?" A snort. "You had best consult one of your Chaplains about that, yes?"

"I don't have to have a psyker taint to see something is on your mind. You do better with your masks, I can read your microexpressions fairly well. You telegraph everything. Probably your attacks as well."

"If our attacks can be telegraphed so easily, how come your people seem to die in droves?" She could ignore the rest and anger the guy, yes.

"My people aren't all knights. You slaughter civilians, not worthy adversaries. I'll warrant you had no such luck against my brothers in blood."

She scoffed. "Shooting one of you in the head outside of your visual range is simple enough."

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LOVE CAN'T BLOOM

i haven't even read that fanfic btw i probably should

OMG HOW CAN YOU BE ON 4CHAN AND NOT HAVE READ IT?

i've seen all the art that's good enough for me

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