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you who almost arrived [AO3] - Heinrix reached for the gloves on his nightstand, and he buried his nose in the soft leather, pleased to find a slight trace of her perfume, but then again, perhaps it was nothing more than a trick of his own longing. It would not have been the first time. He exhaled slowly as he set them back down. If decades spent traversing the stars hadn’t taught him to control himself, he wasn’t sure what would.
there's a certain slant of light [AO3] - That the God-Emperor, in his infinite grace, had granted him a position through which he might redeem himself could never undo the truth of his nature. He was the grave upon which wasted efforts were laid to rest – a failed Knight Pilot, a failed Interrogator.
correction [AO3] - Whoever had taught van Calox to dance, Calcazar thought, had done a fine job—he glided across the floor with the Rogue Trader nestled in his arms, the presence of a powerful woman rendered entirely ornamental by the prowess of his acolyte.
