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    "text": "I get a vague sort of Ushotan vibe of the entire notion of the fear of the life, and likely early death, that comes with transition, and the fear that leads to a false life of denial\n\"I lived\"",
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          "alt": "Excerpt of the final fight of the Thunder Warrior Primarch, Ushotan, and Captain General of the Custodes, Constantin Valdor, \n\"It was not my doing\"\n\n\"Sure it wasn't.\" Ushotan spasmed, hacking up oily blood. \"You know, when we were at Maulland Sen, and I said I pitied you? I meant it. I'm not trying to goad you. I really do pity you.\"\n\nValdor remained motionless for a moment, his hand on the grip of the knife.\n\n\"I lived, captain-general,\" Ushotan rasped, \"It was short, and it was painful, but by the nine hells, I lived. I'd rather have it this way than yours - no joy, no hate, no fear. Unbreakable without growth, immortal without passion.\"\n\nAs Valdor readied himself to apply downward pressure, he had a sudden vision of a far-off future-state, spun out of reality and into the cold halls of an undiscovered time, where the galaxy itself was darkened by strife and whole worlds were cast into flame, where wonders and madness had been unlocked and now screamed their way through the arch of reality, where the foundations of physics creaked beneath the ravening scuttle of nightmarish unreason, and he was still there, still unchanged, still cold and pure and steadfast and unable to feel anything but the ubiquitous press of unending responsibility.\n\n\"What is left for you, Constantin?\" Ushotan breathed, blood bubbling up between his burned lips. \"What more can He take from you that He hasn't already?\"\n\nValdor drew in a long breath, then plunged the knife in, ending the primarch's agony. For a moment he did nothing else, his head bowed, the storm exhausting itself around him and coating the land in a film of pale, drifting grey.\n\nThen, slowly, he withdrew the blade.\n\n\"Nothing\" he said, very softly.\n\n\"Nothing at all\"",
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