“W-what?”
Castor asks, a wave of shock and cold dread washing through her.
“You'd
established that something of the Weave was abroad in the Warp,”
both hooded figures are towering over her now, making her feel small
and insignificant. “You couldn't quite pin point where, but you
knew it was there.”
“No,”
she says desperately, “No, that's not what happened at all.”
“You
knew that following protocol would take time,” they continue, their
words shaking her very bones, “Time you felt was in short supply.
You knew this thing had to be stopped, before it could spread
further.”
“NO!”
she screams, “I was trying to understand...”
“You
took matters into your own paws,” they're looming so large over her
she can barely breath, “Stop it spreading at all costs. That's
when you caused the explosion!”
