Editing Sister Sinai (section)

==Alternate path==

You breathe out, sigh. Fear. Something that was long gone in yourself, beaten out by the hammer of war and the anvil of training. It's almost nostalgic, recalling it now. What little scraps there are to recollect, those little holes that you can only guess at what used to be inside.

You kneel down, your hand reaching out for hers. her three fingers seem cold through even your thick gloves. She looks at you with hope.

"Your fear betrays a lack of faith. See the Chaplain," Your hand leaves hers, "And leave me be."

Odd feeling, seeing her eyes. You stand and walk off, looking away, as the quivering redoubles, muscles slacken, and she slides down. An Adeptus Mechanicus runs past, an eager look in his eye, as you reach, grasping one of the few pieces he hasn't sold over to iron and steel. He looks into your visor, as you gauge him. He scowls, and says, "I'll get her eventually anyway, what is it to you?"

Bionic gifts squeeze, as your thumb and forefinger come together, meeting at the clavicle. A dry bitter snap like a twig.

As he screams, and you walk off, you realize that this somehow alleviates the odd feeling. You should report to your psychologist handler at the next opportunity.