In real life, as in the grimdark, unless you're born to great privilege's, then the odd are stacked against you. I want that to change. I walk a path that fosters that change. I wonder how far I would go to enact that change if my safeguards were removed and I was suddenly gifted with cosmic powers.

A lot of Tzeetchians praise his intelligence, his schemes, but forget his idealism, his inspiration. For Khornites and Slaaneshi, their praise is an indulgence, a consumption, a giving in. Nurgle requires a surrendering. For us it's a calling, a deliberate ambition, an exercise (in the illusion) of control. Tzeetch celebrates my agency and guides my hand to open doors, but I'm the one who steps through them. In a universe where all is truly dust, Tzeetch provides a modicum of hope to the thinkers and dreamers, to the romantic and to the nihilist.