-we can't keep doing this." Yarrick the man who's faced death before his heart now racing and his soul filling with dread calmly lifts his head and asks "what do you mean Ghazzy?" Ghaz responds "I mean all this we're embracing each other while our people expect us to tear each other apart,-
Yarrick laid upon the hulking mass that was Ghazkull, yarricks feet not going past Ghaz's knee and him having to reach his thinner human arm to hold the collar of the surprisingly warm and comforting mechanical warmachine that the Prophet of the WAGH wore. "Yarrick" Ghaz says "we need to talk-

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