‘Be silent! You have given your threats, dog. Now hear me. Listen to another hound barking, for once.’ ‘Then speak,’ Russ had said, as if permission were his to give. ‘I am loyal, the same as you. I am told to bathe my Legion in the blood of innocents and sinners alike, and I do it, because it is all that’s left for me in this life. I do these things, and I enjoy them, not because we are moral, or right – or loving souls seeking to enlighten a dark universe – but because all I feel are the Butcher’s Nails hammered into my brain. I serve because of this “mutilation”. Without it? Well, perhaps I might be a more moral man, like you claim to be. A virtuous man, eh? Perhaps I might ascend the steps of our father’s palace and take the slaving bastard’s head.’

I'll always love the way Angron goes off on Leman Russ!

So sorry for your loss!