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Ira was not as obsessive a reader as Magnus. She enjoyed some works, but there were limits to what she considered healthy. Magnus thought reading three books in one day and then three more books during the night was perfectly fine and claimed it was a leisurely tempo, anyway. Once Ira had heard that she nearly attempted dragging Magnus out by his ear. Unfortunately, she couldn't reach his ear.
"Really, I don't see why you're so annoyed," Magnus said trying to grab another book without drawing her attention.
"I am not annoyed," Ira replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Merely disappointed that despite your intellect you spend so much time simply filling your head with things other people have already invented long ago."
"Excuse me?" Magnus asked, frowning. He looked quite menacing when angry, but that did not appear to affect Ira.
"You could try finding out if one of your precious books is actually right," Ira continued.
Magnus eyed her, his expression still thunderous. "And you happen to know just what I should test?"
"Why should I?" Ira asked shrugging. For a moment, Magnus wondered if she was aware how interesting the gesture was when she did it. "I'm only worried you'll start getting moldy."
He sighed, giving in. The books wouldn't run away. He would be able to come back and read them tomorrow. "How about we go and eat…" he looked at the clock on the wall, "…uh… lunch?"
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Lorgar stared. The Imperial Palace housed many an odd chamber, but finding out there was one with a bonfire in the middle was almost a surreal experience. There was a woman in front of it. Just as Lorgar intended to edge out, she rose gracefully and turned to face him.
"The galaxy will burn around you," she said, before walking past him.
He didn't even try to stop her, as he tried to grasp the meaning of her words. Was it a warning? It sounded like one, but it was so very vague. Nevertheless, Lorgar attempted to gauge their meaning.
"The galaxy" was obvious; it was the burning that worried him. The first thing that came to his mind was that stars would explode, but he dismissed the idea fairly quickly. He would die if that happened. Fire was a common metaphor for war, though.
It seemed more plausible, given that he had been given command of a Space Marine Legion recently. He would see many wars as their Primarch.
He smiled to himself, deciding he knew the meaning. Clearly, the woman had given a divine message to him. He would take part in many wars.
The galaxy would burn.
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AN: Oh Lorgar, you poor sod...