While we, the priesthood of Earth, are the Divine Emperor's right hand, the Inquisition is his left. As trillions of us spread across the earth, their number disappears into the darkness of space. While we can be seen everywhere in our diverse robes, they move unrecognized on the trail of dark goals. We have our masters and they have theirs, but we all serve the Empire in our own way. Don't disable them - any disability means a deserved death. Don't look for them - they don't like strangers. Don't envy their freedom - that freedom was bought with constraints you can't imagine. Fear them, for they are terrible! Everyone bears the burden of death, is responsible for the extermination of worlds and the destruction of the weak. Trillions of souls cut into her consciousness and haunt her in her sleep. "Why we... Why did we have to die, we hundreds of thousands of millions of billions of dead." They must not feel pity, for pity would destroy them. I say to you, "Have pity on those who are the Emperor's left hand, for they cannot feel pity themselves, just as we cry tears for the Emperor who is in his cannot shed tears in the eternal agony."