You know what I represent. The countless battles you've fought, in not one have you faltered. You felt fear and overcame it through force of will. You cared for the soldiers under your command. Without hesitation you have laid your life on the line for that of your race.
You have served with honor.
It sounded like an officer at an award ceremony, now.
If you will agree to serve my ends, I will intercede and save your life. You would not need to join my flock.
You would not even need to do anything different.
"You know I can't trust you. You could be lying...or an agent of the Changer."
I could. But...that is the sort of maneuvering Tzeentch favors.
There is little deception in me.
The ways have changed. Less and less desperates turn to Chaos as the eons go by. Though your technology stagnates, its employment has been most effective. Things need to change for our continued survival. I need to change. Chaos as it is is dying. Does that please you?
It did, but he listened quietly.
You are the first I offer this boon, but you will not be the last whatever you decide.
And, with some satisfaction it added, I think not even your Changer will anticipate this.
Wherever you have gone, you have answered the call to war. In your wake you leave only bodies. You know war, but you know honor, as I have said. As long as you live, you will continue to fight, continue to kill. Traitors, aliens, 'heretics...' it matters not. Exult your Emperor. Fight with distinction as you always have.
The voice fell silent. There was a long, long quiet. He thought.
"What must I do?"