Editing Geshtinanna/Inquisitorial Reports (section)

==File III:Interrogation, Unidentified Male==
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++TRANSCRIPT OF INQUISITORIAL INTERROGATION++

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++SUBJECT: UNIDENTIFIED MALE++

++INTERROGATION CONDUCTED BY LORD INQUISITOR [REDACTED] AT THE INQUISITORIAL HOLDINGS ON [REDACTED]++

[INTERROGATOR] “Alright ‘Inquisitor.’ Let’s try this again.”

++The sound of a metal chair scraping against the floor is heard, presumably the interrogator drawing up to the cell’s table.++

[SUBJECT] “I’ve told you everything there is to tell. You are now standing directly in the path of an [Redacted] and knowingly obstructi--”

[INTERROGATOR] “Don’t you get tired of this? I do. I get tired of listening to you pretend you’re someone you’re not, someone you cannot possibly be. I get tired of you telling me that I stand in the way of justice, when in reality, whatever delusions you have of being some kind of instrument of the Emperor’s will are merely the demented ravings of a broken madman.”

++A moment of silence, broken by an audible sigh. The sigh sounds wet, as if rattling its way out of a ruined throat.++

[SUBJECT] “Madman? Oh yes. Yes, I am mad. One cannot hear the things I have, lay eyes on the nightmares of unreality as I have, and retain their sanity. But I am sound in this: if you do not release me, if I am not able to complete my task, everything, EVERYTHING is lost.”

[INTERROGATOR] “Your overestimation of your own importance is staggering. The Imperium of Man can and has stood fast against the most nightmarish things imaginable for tens of thousands of years without you. Even if you are who you say you are.”

[SUBJECT] “[Redacted] of the [Redacted]—NNGAAHHHHH.”

++Audio distorts momentarily, presumably because of a power surge caused by the use of pain stimuli.++

[INTERROGATOR] “Yes, yes, we know! And I’ll even admit that the way you strode in here without so much as tripping an alarm was rather impressive. But you should have chosen your cover more wisely. The [Redacted] is dead. Has been for years.”

++Hoarse, rasping laughter.++

[SUBJECT] “Dead? No. Were it so easy for me. My task is unfinished, and the Imperium hangs by a thread while we trade witticisms in a four by four cell. Tell me, interrogator: how will the Emperor look upon you when you see Him again, knowing that you obstinately stood in the way of His will incarnate?”

++Another sigh. The shuffling of papers. A chair scrapes backward.++

[INTERROGATOR] “I think we’ve come as far as we’re going to today. Take him back to the holding cell. We begin fresh tomorrow.”

[SUBJECT] (inaudible, track sharpened and enhanced, interpretation only) “I will not be here tomorrow. And neither will you.”

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