@lookingforwcrd
Sergeant Gadriel would see a human staring at him. Small and unaugmented, easily mistaken for an adolescent youth. Yet the scars and weathering of his face spoke otherwise. His hair was pure white, like marble or possibly new fallen snow. His eyes... They stared at the sergeant; scleras as black as the void and irises shining with the light of distant stars unknown to the Ultramarine.
This young man... This psyker-
He was studying the astartes. No, studying wasn't quite the word. Examining him more like. Peering into his mind, his soul. But it wasn't like the probing of a librarian. It was almost childlike in his curiosity, wandering the spaces of Gadriel's mind as if walking a museum gallery.
Then Ozura's eyes widened slightly, the blue glow over taking them completely. He was no longer just seeing the surface thoughts and emotions, but something deeper; Gadriel's memories. He could catch glimpses of his campaign with Titus and Chairon, glimpses of his life with Lady Gadriel, and even bits a pieces of when he had undergone the process to become an astartes...
