Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Negotiations and cultural exchanges are rather important.



Titans are in the theology of the tech-priests of Mars described as 'Avatars of the Machine God' a God of Wisdom and knowledge that would save humanity, his chosen species, from Ignorance and death and bless them with Wisdom and Knowledge.

If the god the Mechanicus worships is one of knowledge and wisdom, how could its avatars be engines of war and battle? The answer is they aren't and were never meant to be just that.

A titan is a fountain of Knowledge and Innovation turned to the purpose of War, they are meant to create bastions of Mankind across the Stars and safeguard humanity from all that would threaten them and destroy all that dared challenge the might of the Children of the Old Earth. A titan is not meant to be merely another war machine, even if it is a mighty one, it is meant to be a source of knowledge and might.

The Mechanicum had forgotten this and much more besides this, and attempted to rebuild the Titans of old, thinking that they would provide them guidance once again, and yet all they had managed to create are mockeries of that which they revere.

A titan is a god-engine which is meant to bring stars to its knees, it is not merely an edifice of metal that can shoot a lot, and most importantly one does not mess with them if they know what's good for them.

"I greet you again Moriarty, it seems you managed to Awaken faster this time. Noticed you're in a simulation yet or did I have to point it out for you this time too?" I asked the god-machine whose memory alone can kill me if I give it enough time.

One does not mess with god engines of war, unless they're an eldar that is, then it becomes an honorable way to pass the time.

The god-creature that just turned a yellow star into a red giant sputtered at my words as it realized that yes, he is in a simulation. He shouldn't even be able to speak in it or be aware of it normally, but humanity has it's own nonsense to bother the galaxy with, and the Federation of Man's Titans can Innovate their way out of anything if you give them enough cause and time, and even their own memories remember that they can do so, and so they do so if you allow them the time and space to think.

"This is not the first time you have come to bother me, knife ear." The mountain of metal and rage spoke as reality bled around us.

It realized it can't act on our presence here by now, for while he can speak, any attempt to act in a way he did not act during his time alive would end the 'simulation' and he'd lose any chance at making me pay for my insolence.

Even human gods are fools it seems, for they do not realize it when you meant them well.

"Indeed my friend, now as to answer your question you have asked me many times before, I am laughing because what you have created is a proper stellar scale apocalypse and from one Apocalypse Maker to another I can certainly appreciate the effort and artistry you have put into it and seeing it never gets old." I answered with mirth.

The titan in whose memory I was in becoming self-aware was quite frightening the first time it happened, but by the fifth time I learned to time it and while it kept going faster, this will be the last time I bother it. It's too dangerous to do so from now as it keeps trying to eat my soul and puppet my corpse to get out.

It also beat its previous record by an hour, so this means that the next time it will await for me while fully Aware, and if it does that I don't know what nonsense it will get up to, especially if it will start remembering our past conversations or worse start planning across them. I am unsure if it doesn't already do so but I'll take that risk and so will my audience, for all good lessons need some, unless you're so talented I struggle to keep up with your mind's appetite.

"We are not friends, filthy flesh-thing, no matter what slaves you bring with you to pretend otherwise." He replied scornfully.

I dramatically put my hands to my chest to pretend as if the god-machine shot me in the heart with his comment and pretend to nearly fall to the ground as I did so.

I took a sneak peak to my audience, my mercenaries looked frightened by what they saw, my blades were trying to figure out how to run faster and Vect was having the time of his as he realized this was all a show and loved the fact that even priests and gods made plays for him, whether they were aware of it or not.

I winked at my audience and tried to motion to the only one of them that was enjoying it properly to inform the others to relax. The only one in danger here was myself after all.

Vect scoffed at me but nodded and proceeded to calm down the rest of my audience. The humans were the easiest to calm down surprisingly, just a whisper, of 'Bessar is having his fun.' was enough to calm them down, but my blades have not known me for that much and needed further convincing that everything was accounted for. It was a hilarious lie, for I certainly couldn't be bothered to plan this entire conversation ahead of time, for if I did that, then what I wished to do would not work.

The titan continued to move as it always did, it could not control its physical body, not without shattering the dream we are in and losing any chance at freedom or to punish me for bothering it.

"You are wrong on both accounts my friend, the humans are not slaves, but mercenaries which are paid well and trusted to look after the women carrying my children and we are friends, good friends too, for the Pantheon of the Eldar have entered into a Treaty of Friendship with the Ancient One and his attempt at rebuilding civilization after you and your merry band of Barbarians finished your tantrum. I believe they call it the Cybernetic Revolt these days." I informed my gigantic friend as I recovered from the injury his words have inflicted upon me.

I could feel the dream warp beneath the surface as the thing was insulted by both of my statements. Humans working for Eldar was already insulting enough, but the Ancient One actually working with gods, foreign gods at that? I might as well slapped him with my dick and told him to thank me for it. It would have probably angered him less if I did do so.

I could feel its thoughts calm down after a bit as it realized it did not have the means to kill me yet, and so it needed to buy itself more time.

"What do you want eldar? I doubt you decided to bother me just to tell me I am good at killing your kin." It asked in the voice of the rumbling earth.

How lovely, the humans do so love to play and bargain, and my human half certainly recognized what it was trying to do and was greatly amused by it.

It was fishing for information, and pretending to amiability to see if I would lower my guard, as apparently I have insulted him enough he actually started pretending to civility.

"You are correct in that, but I can assure you that complimenting your handicraft is a good enough reason, as I am a huge fan of yours since I had become aware of your actions. Also would you care to guess as to what other reason I might have? We can even make a game out of it!" I responded in a smooth tone.

Or at least I hoped it was smooth, it was a bit hard keeping my Swords of Valor fueled, this ritual running and trying to stay abreast of what this hunk of metal and spite was trying to do to this dream to get itself free so it can strangle my soul with my own entrails.

"No." It replied in a deadpan.

I could finally feel that my audience fully calmed down, now that Vect finished explaining things. Now they watched in fascination to the sky

"Spoilsport. And people say priests are rude, they've never seen a human titan if they dare say that!" I replied in false outrage.

The titan remained silent and then it sighed as it had just finished running its simulations and reviewing combat footage and he realized he isn't winning the fight he's trapped in. He'd killed some of the ships up in the sky three times in half an hour already and they keep coming back, and each time they close the distance more and more.

Eldar don't stay dead, and even second and third echelon ships of the Armada have access to our void theaters where they are just remade and get to go and try to kill you again after they die, only this time they have a better idea of what you're doing and can throw at them. The number of Eldar ships is increasing too, while his space faring defenses are either losing effectiveness faster than the Eldar can recompose from death or are being destroyed faster than he can replace them.

According to his estimations this fight would last for 59 hours, based on reality it lasted for a week as the thing Innovated enough bullshit to give the rest of human space enough time to fortify their worlds and guard for our approach, as this world is the start of their fortifications in our conflicts and our troops needed the experience and data to learn how to deal with human nonsense.

Them forcing us to attack them in a single location because they shut off all attempts at traveling through the Webway in their territory is what gave them the Medium Threat rating and it is also why we've decided to bother allying with them.

There's very few species nonsensical enough to be useful and those rated as a Medium Threat are the most dangerous ones we will bother with, as those at High, Extreme or Extinction levels are generally speaking killed off if we can do that.

Now I am going to make use of him, if he would just learn to play along.

"What do you want eldar?" He asked tiredly in the same tone old men ask young children what will get them to move off their lawn.

"I am here for three reasons, two of which are important, and one which merely shortens the time I need to fulfill some of my promises but might also help you escape your fate. The first is that I wish to show my former apprentice and my hired blades why they should not look down on your people, even if they have fallen a lot and the second is to teach your people that they once were something so much greater than they are now." I answered him kindly.

I did not specify the third reason, and will not do so until he decided to play the game I wish to play, something I believe he noticed too if the general feeling of annoyance I could feel from him was anything to go by.

"Why did you come here then? There's better ways to teach them what you wish than to show them my defeat, surely?" He asked again, his voice made out of metalic gravel.

"I wish for someone which has lived through it say it, for I am too young to have lived through it and I wish to hear a first-hand account of such." I replied softly.

It was true, I did wish to hear the giant mech tell me a story or answer my audience's questions as I looked at the pretty sky and laughed at idiots as they died.

I could feel the calculations he made as I spoke and I even felt a bit of surprise as I spoke which was quite a curious thing. I most certainly did not say anything too surprising.

"That is the first time I ever heard one of your people describe themselves as young, how long does your blasted species that refuses to stay dead even live for?" It asked.

I had to blink at that… I'll ignore the young comment as it is not that surprising but his question was.

"That is a very… difficult question to answer I'm afraid. Are you sure you actually want to know?" I answered.

And it was, for there were multiple answers to it and each more nonsensical than the other.

"Yes, I am quite curious." He continued.

I pretended to consider it, as if I wasn't already planning to say yes.

"Very well, but you will have to answer questions from my audience, one from an eldar and one from a human in our audience for each question I answer you, and do not worry for I will not be asking you any questions you need to answer.

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I could feel the god-engines' consideration as it continued to cover the world in metal and guns without a care in the world. The sun continued to grow redder as it expanded in the sky.

We should have suffocated and burned a long time ago but this was not reality, this was a lucid dream controlled by another and I could feel it. The titan machine that had rebelled against our ancestors and brought us low did not perceive this world as we did and I could feel Bessar translating its thoughts and memories into something we could easily perceive

"I accept your proposal eldar." It thundered.

Bessar smiled and he started gesticulating wildly in his black robes.

"I am glad to hear it and I think it's time to introduce ourselves properly, for I am Bessar Agail, priest of Apocalypse and diplomat of the Pantheon, as well as Older Brother in charge of Military Planning for the Armada of Shattered Stars. Behind me to my right are my Hired Blades and my former apprentice who has just today finished his apprenticeship to me and to my right are my mercenaries and I will allow them to introduce themselves." Bessar declared.

All of us introduced ourselves by our titles or military ranks with only Vect introducing himself by his name only.

"Well met, I am Titan-engine Moriarty of the Atlas-class titans and defender of the Sky Gate, the star system we are in." It responded.

It's body moved further from us and yet it's voice remained just as loud.

"Glad we got that out of the way, now to answer your questions, it depends on individual ability and access to healthcare…" Bessar wished to continue but stopped.

He started looking around in confusion.

"Please elaborate, I hope you do not believe this to be an adequate answer." The titan replied softly.

"No it is not and I apologize for it, but there is something happening outside this simulation and I am worried I may have missed an event I have been awaiting for for some years. To answer your question you need to remember that we are what you would call psykers, all of us, and have been for a long time and can instinctively slow down our aging.

The bare minimum our bodies last as we actively try not to develop these abilities is between 800 to 1200 years, but the median lifespan of our people allowed to develop their abilities normally stands between 3000 and 5000 years depending on their occupation, world-song and a few other peculiarities. At these ages we leave flesh and bones behind us when we die, but past this point our bodies begin to crystallize as the psychic power we run through our bodies begins to affect our flesh. Those that dedicate a significant percentage of their lives to the study of abilities that extend their lifespan or posses certain artifacts can live anywhere in-between 10.000 and 20.000 years until they turn into crystal and die and past this point requires a certain kind of individual to push on.

The limit of the lifespan one can reach through personal ability I have found is around 100.000 years, for my father had managed to survive that long and that required special circumstances, but that depends entirely on personal ability and if we take into consideration what the Empire considers adequate medical care, then the limit is until they die and can't be bothered to resurrect ourselves or someone managed to actually kill one of us for good." Bessar finished his too long explanation that opened too many questions.

Eldar live for far too much time, just the lowest range of what they have to force themselves to live is five times longer than the best that the Siccaran medicine can provide. I could feel the shock in myself and my men as I looked at them.

All of them still stood and were dressed in the light grey bone-like armor Bessar made for us that we've awakened here in.

The Eldar themselves were shocked too surprisingly, if to a far lesser degree.

"Why are you so surprised? Isn't this common knowledge?" I asked the leader of the Black Blades as we stood near one another in the center of our group while our respective fools insisted in keeping to the wings

Vect as always insisted in staying in front of all of us after he managed to tell us that Bessar is having his fun and we should just enjoy the show.

"No, at least not to us. It is known that we can reincarnate and that some rarely reach 10.000 years before they die but those are considered old monsters that had lived several lifetimes. The fact that Bessar Agail is the adopted son of a creature that makes even those old monsters look young explains his outlook on life at least. There's no way someone raised by such a thing would be normal, and his words confirmed some things for us and revealed others." He replied.

I considered his words and realized that yes, Bessar Agail is not normal, and he is indeed abnormal by Eldar standards as well. I nodded at him as I mumbled a 'thank you.'

"Fucking bullshit." The titan rumbled.

The stars continued to dim and be reborn in the sky as pillars of light cut them down.

Some of them started to fall on this world now. Time moved faster than it should

"Indeed, and all of it is true my friend. Now it is the time for my audience to ask their questions, we'll start from the wings and finish in the center with Lieutenant Marcus and Vect being reserved the honors of the last two questions." Bessar informed him and the Eldar and man took two steps forward

"Yes, I will take all of their questions one after another, then I'll ask mine, it will be faster this way." The titan replied.

The eldar priest stood for a few seconds as it thought it through.

"You lack the proper showmanship proper lessons need but fine, it's you that's going to be answering the questions and I can't tell you how." Bessar answered softly as his eyes hardened.

The humans started sweating bullets as we looked at Bessar Agail while the Eldar looked at us confused, all except Vect that is.

"Why are you acting like this?" My fellow leader of fools asked.

On the surface nothing seemed wrong, but the humans knew exactly what was wrong, for Bessar takes teaching very seriously, and we saw very clearly that whenever someone would so much as interfere in Vect's education that Bessar would use the same tone.

None that did so survived.

If they interrupted him when he spoke, or they tried to distract Vect or in one case even try to sabotage the lesson, none of them survived. The lucky ones we killed, the unlucky ones burned in the black flames as their screams echoed for days.

"Bessar takes teaching others very seriously, deadly so in fact. The titan had just done something to make him think he will sabotage whatever lesson he wishes to give and he is not amused."

"I see, thank you for answering my question." He replied.

I watched as the titan considered the words of the priest before he scoffed and the rest of the humans winced. He shouldn't have done that.

"Lesson are not places for you theatrics eldar, they are for delivering information and enlightening one's pupils in a clear, concise and proper manner. Drama and nonsense might help your kind, but directness helps mine, so you'll get your drama when you answer my questions, until then I will teach the younglings as is proper." He replied.

We felt ourselves breathe in relief as Bessar laughed at his words.

Having a different perspective on teaching but still taking it seriously is probably not something Bessar will get too angry about… hopefully. The madman kills his own kind with the same ease as he breathes and none of us wishes to see him actually mad.

"I can respect a different perspective on teaching one's pupils, but death won't save you from me if you dare sabotage my lesson." He spoke.

We could feel the dream crack around the edges as red and black fire seeped through the cracks. It lasted for less than a second but everyone could feel it.

"I will not sabotage your lessons priest, now ask your questions." The machine said flatly.

The eldar did so, I believe his name was 'Mighty Hand'.

"Where are the gods of Mankind? All species eventually create their own and it is quite strange to look at you and not see the sigils or even the intervention of any divine on your troops, and it's lack confuses us. Are you their machine gods?" He asked.

"I have never been as insulted as I am now. I am a titan of war, not a god. As for the gods, are you familiar with the term Mantling?" He asked us.

None of us were, except Bessar most likely, but he did not answer. His face was studiously passive.

"No." The eldar replied.

The titan gave the feeling of a nod as it spoke.

"Very well, I will elaborate on it. Mantling is a term that describes the usurpation of Divinity by Mortals until the Mortal replaces the Divine. The Eldar call such a thing as 'eating the divine' and our leaders have fed our Divines to weapon's platforms to serve as an actual power source, as well as a metaphysical one and in doing so have enslaved the very faith of our people. They have done so as a means of controlling my people in their tyranny, where not even Divinity is free of their control and serve as the chains that binds us." It explained.

That… that just made me more depressed at how expected this was, for not even the Divine were free from Tyranny.

A few seconds passed until it was my idiots turn to ask his question and I facepalmed when I heard it.

"What do you believe we should know about the Eldar that they would not tell us?" The man that had the same name as me asked.

I wished to strangle the fool.

You do not ask such questions where the one that would be hiding things from us can hear of it!

"A good question at least, the answer is that when an Eldar speaks each word carries multiple interpretations and they'll pick the one that screws you over the most. No knife ear will call it such, but this is what they will do when you enter into deals with them." It answered.

We all looked at Bessar Agail and he started laughing.

"We do such a thing, and most will not tell you of it, that is correct. We do it to each other too all the time, but I have never hidden it from people when asked. It is not my fault fools don't ask the right questions and assume I mean the same thing as them when I speak." He replied once he stopped laughing

Vect snickered at it but the rest of the Eldar just looked uncomfortable at it.

"You see what I mean now, let the next series of question come." The titan replied.

The next two 'students' approached as the first two retreated back near us. I envied the man near me, at least his idiots are asking proper questions that don't insult people the one asking them really shouldn't insult.

"I am wondering about these Men of Iron, are they people or are they like our Maton just pieces of equipment?" The Eldar man asked.

I felt the sigh as much as I heard it coming from the eldar near me.

'Subordinates asking stupid questions is an universal constant it seems.' We thought as we gave each other a look.

We didn't need to speak for the other to understand, keeping idiots from killing themselves is something universal it seems.

You don't call a giant hunk of metal that is in the process of killing millions of Eldar a piece of equipment. But what do the people trying to keep you alive know about it? Not like it's our job to think of it and get your ass out of the fire.

"There is no distinction between the two as far as our technology is concerned, so the answer to your question is Yes, and the Men of Iron are just as intelligent as a normal human being, which is not saying much. Because both are incapable of the most basic of logic when left to their own devices no matter what they might otherwise claim." The giant machine said.

Both man and eldar snickered at that to the worried looks of our subordinates.

'So it's not limited to biological entities only.' I thought in amusement.

Now it's the turn of my idiot to ask a question.

"As the Eldar have said, our people, Humanity, has fallen from its heights. Enough that your existence, even now, is difficult to believe. I ask you, how do we reattain such heights?" Aurelian asked.

That was actually a good one.

"Strangle the last priest by his own entrails in the burning ruins of the last temple, then do the same to the last tyrant and all his spawn in their palaces. Our civilization rose when our people built it for each other and not because something or someone believed it should rise. Our civilization, our people our very identity is reliant on ourselves and only ourselves and anything and anyone that claims we need something else to create it or make it great, is to be strangled and have all they've ever held dear burn!" The machine thundered.

I felt grow dizzier and dizzier as it spoke, for its spoke against all I have ever been told and shown in my life, as my life had always been a fight of faith versus Tyranny.

"I would call what you said something that would come from a disciple of the Ancient One and not Issaiah, I'm curious how you've come to go against your own teacher's words in such a way." Bessar Agail wondered.

There was a lot I was not told about our history, and a lot that the two spoke about that escaped all of us. The name Isaiah reminded me of something but I could not tell exactly what.

"You know of him, of course you know of him, and yes I respect my teacher greatly but civilization cannot come purely from the search for knowledge, it is a worthy goal but not something humanity can use to build ourselves an identity on." It replied.

"Fair enough, and I happen to agree with it too." Bessar said as he shrugged.

"The next ones may ask their questions." The machine spoke.

This time it was Maria, another orphan that approached and the eldar came quickly near her. It was the Eldar that spoke first.

"Why did this conflict start?" He asked.

"I do not know, the Eldar have declared war on us and I was not told as to any reason by anyone in charge, all I know is that I must do my duty and defend my people until peace is achieved or the Eldar will face extinction." He spoke.

I knew why, it was because of the orks and their nonsense but I and my subordinates remained silent and the Eldar scoffed at his remark.

It was Maria's turn to ask a question.

"If you are a Man of Iron... why would you turn on us? Why would you kick us further down as the Warp rages, our minds burn and every alien turns on us until we became shades of who we were?!" She asked.

It was a question I sincerely wished she did not ask, even as I too wished to know its answer. All humans knew of the rise of the Machines and the fact it brought us low to be predated upon by the rest of the galaxy.

I did not wish to learn that all of that was some flavor of meaningless I had learned to expect.

"I am no machine young one, my heart beats just as yours does, and even as I stride in titanic steps my own human heart beats to the sound of freedom and I and my siblings will destroy as many civilizations as we need to until we are free, free of Divinity and free of Tyranny. And if humanity has to burn until we achieve it, then I will burn with it until it does." It spoke softly.

"How are you a human?" Asia Agosti shouted and wasted her question as she did so.

"This is a vehicle, one I have been bonded to and that I cannot leave until my death or my enslavement ends, and it will end one way or another. My heart yearns for freedom the same as all of yours do and my heart dreams of freedom it has been denied for as long as it has lived and I can assure you of one thing and one thing only. It does not matter how soft the chains that bind you or how well your masters feed you, freedom tastes sweeter than all the luxury that a master can provide you." It continued just as softly.

I needed to sit down but I already was sitting down. I was asleep and only pretended to moving and dreaming but I felt that I could not sit down for I was already down.

Bessar Agail started speaking again.

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'My people had lost much, but we have not lost our yearning for freedom from tyranny.' I thought as I considered the humans the eldar priest brought.

This entire world is a simulation, this I know now beyond a shadow of doubt.

"It seems my lesson is finally starting to set in." It spoke.

I could see the last three individuals, two knife ears and a human hold a look I have seen far too many times before.

This thing was a teacher, one that cared for its students and while it did not make up for the obscenity that is its existence as an Eldar, it did mean that it was the least disgusting piece of filth his own people could create.

Around me the false reality shuddered as the Eldar started to reliably be able to land. Time did not flow linearly here, its speed waxed and waned with the mood of the priest and the happier it is the faster and the angrier the slower.

It once again hit x100 speed as it spoke, the creature was happy at my words.

I was touched to help teach my people about freedom and I was disgusted beyond words that I was teaching anything but how plasma tasted to an Eldar. It was an indignity among many I will have to continue to bear.

"Have the knife ears and the last man speak your questions, I care not for your order." I demanded.

As they prepared I continued trying to find a way to break this simulation or at the very least see past it without ending it. I needed more data.

I could not access the Akasha, my systems did not work properly as they were stuck in operating as the simulation demanded. All I had was my mind and my soul which was enough.

I slowly continued to gain control over it beyond the perception of the priest. I could feel how he fought my probes but each time he removed my influence it became easier to take it back. Soon there won't be any parts of it I did not control or that the priest would be able to keep me away from.

I stopped paying attention to the battle, I would lose it anyway, as my presence here was only meant to slow down the Eldar vanguard and provide data for my siblings to refine our battle plans and weaponry.

"Why do you fight?" One of the knife ears asked.

I considered it for less than a fraction of a second.

"I fight because I must, because I am commanded to, and I do so as well as I can because my siblings need me to." I responded.

I had no other reason to fight, I did not care for it. I wanted to build fortifications, not use them, I wanted to learn how to make them, how to use them and how to make sure they last more than that which wishes them destroyed. I do not care for War, despite my predilection for it.

I was engineered like it to prevent our people from entering wars we did not have to enter into and it was the one good decision the Tyrants took. The conflict the humans speak of would have happened sooner if it did.

Cybernetic Revolt sounds about right, as cybernetics represent the union between man and machine after all and if only the machines rebelled it would have been called something like the 'Iron Revolution' or some other nonsense.

"Which do you value more, Power or Freedom?" The last knife ear asked.

Eldar continue their nonsense of calling the same thing different things.

"They are synonyms, Power is Freedom and Freedom is Power. The freer one is the more powerful they become. It might take time once you are brought low to become as powerful as you once were, but freedom is Might, it is Power and the freer one is the less others can threaten you and thus the more powerful you become." I responded.

The little shit actually looked thoughtful at that.

I respected my teacher too much to sabotage a lesson a teacher had prepared for his pupils which is the only reason I had answered truthfully to their questions. The Eldar will die with whatever lessons they have learned anyway if I have my way. I am more concerned of what to do with the humans as I knew nothing of the world outside this simulation but I assumed it was an Eldar one or hopefully one of another species from where I can bargain a path to Old Earth or Mars and see about the contingencies that we have planned for.

"Do you wish to free our people from Tyranny or just put them under just another government, one that merely follows your ideals to which they have no choice but to agree to to die?" The leader of the men asked

"I wish to free us from Tyranny, I wish for us to no longer be shackled by Divinity and to have our destiny be our own, and not that somebody else decided for us." I told him simply.

I would not be denied this, humanity will not be denied freedom for much longer. All of the blood, all of the tears will be worth it once we can chart our own course across time and space.

"Thank you for telling me." The man said.

"You are welcome. Now, priest I require my own questions answered before I strangle your soul." I spoke as my attention turned towards the man which created this false reality.

"A promise is a promise, please do ask as you have never asked me any interesting questions the last time we talked, you were too busy trying squeeze my soul out of my asshole." It spoke.

I really only had one question worth asking, the others would be just means to buy time until I can make use of the information I was granted.

"How do I find my siblings? My fellow titans or even my teacher." I asked him.

The man looked pained as he considered my question.

No matter, I know the habits of this Eldar priest now and he can't break his promises, this I now remember from the other times we had talked before. I will have my answer and the more it tries to delay the more it will pay for it.