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He understood that it must have been hard for them, may even have broken them in some way or another, but he genuinely believed that what they had done today would benefit the regiment at large. If not in actuality, then at least psychologically, giving them the same sense of unity - he hoped to the God Emperor - that his own dagger gave him.

"Here," he said with a flurry of movement, the remaining two knives placed with due reverence on the desk before them, "they are your own to take."

After listening to Marco for a moment, nodding his head at the relevant points, he smiled and thanked them both.

"I understand how hard this must have been for all of you, and believe me when I tell you that I know how it feels," once more he tapped the sheath at his side for emphasis, "in time I believe they shall come to hold the same amount of meaning to the rest of the regiment as they do to you, but for now you must be patient with them."

There was a small buzz in his ear, a micro comm-bead, and he looked up at them with another smile across his lean face, "it appears that the Wisps have been assigned to the freshly minted Sergeant...you are dismissed, for now."

It would not be long now before they emerged from the Immaterium, and when that happened then the Emperor be with them all.