A conversation continues...
“Me!?! How could you think such a thing?”
“For countless millennia you've pried and pricked and wormed your way into the Warp without rhyme or reason or purpose. Spreading what chaos you could, you were like the wind, a primal force battering against the edges of the physical.”
“Yes. And...?”
“Look at you now, dressed in your fine suit, putting on airs and graces, the very picture of a noble lord. You were the beast unseen in the night, you were the shadows that couldn't be lit, you were the terror of the unknown.”
