"Inquisitor, I think thou need a kinder approach to retrieve the information thou desires from this citizen of His, don't thy think?" @fides-in-ira
The sound of scrunching paper was the only response the inquisitor bestowed upon his trusted associate. Minutes of silence would pass as Click read his book, with the occasional turning page or drowned hum from a Servo-Skull breaking the thick air.
A gloved hand would reach around the book, taking a a small dangling piece of leather and pressing it into the gutter of the book. He’d shut it close with the grip he had on the spine, a loud clap echoing from its pages.
Those two emerald green eyes finally turning to look at the Sister from underneath his hood.
He spoke, placing the book down on the arm of the throne he sat upon.
“Deirdre, surely thy jest. Kindness is a weakness to be exploited, a fact thou knoweth well from prior assignments. If those lucky and blessed enough to liveth within the Emperor’s Holy Imperium dare hide information from us, they truly do not appreciate the sacrifices of the Emperor and his sons.”
Click would lean forward in his seat, arms resting against the throne as his gloved fingers pressed against the metal. The sound of grinding metal and squeaking leather echoing from the machine sitting upon the glorified chair.
“What are heretics, if not ungrateful pieces of scum who hinder our efforts in further purifying of the Imperium Of Man, Deirdre.”
He would lean back, several click of plates readjusting and armor tapping against metal ringing out. The inquisitor collected his book and started to turn through the pages once more.
“Permission for diplomatic communications will be granted for future escapades thou may lead.”
As before, those same, cold, glowing eyes looked up from the parchment at her. Unblinking and unfeeling.
“Do not fail me, Sororitas”
