That pulls a small smirk from him, as he rises back up again. He remembers their very first meeting. Sigma had given him what he needed-- the knowledge the Xenomorphs could feel fear.
And in return, he'd offered battle prayer, for their victory. Sigma had been lifted by the hope then. He'd gotten along with very few back then, before he'd started changing, and yet Sigma had still been respectful. Kind. So he brings it back now with a wry note;
"DON THY HOLY CASQUE MARKED UPON THY FACE. The mass ritual we seek to show that which is within. TENACIOUS WITH OUR BANDED HUE WE TRAIPSE THIS MOST WICKED WIRE. And felled and fallen be our enemies. BY NAME OF THE HOLY MESSIAHS TWO MAY WE WRECK THEIR MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. Amen."
He wonders if Sigma will remember it, but he doesn't wait to find out. He starts off.
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And in return, he'd offered battle prayer, for their victory. Sigma had been lifted by the hope then. He'd gotten along with very few back then, before he'd started changing, and yet Sigma had still been respectful. Kind. So he brings it back now with a wry note;
"DON THY HOLY CASQUE MARKED UPON THY FACE. The mass ritual we seek to show that which is within. TENACIOUS WITH OUR BANDED HUE WE TRAIPSE THIS MOST WICKED WIRE. And felled and fallen be our enemies. BY NAME OF THE HOLY MESSIAHS TWO MAY WE WRECK THEIR MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. Amen."
He wonders if Sigma will remember it, but he doesn't wait to find out. He starts off.