Social Justice Slytherin
“I tell you once again Choir-Master, I have no explanation for the events you bore witness to. The reprimand’s purpose is not to deprive the Penitent of their own free will and certainly not to take their own life in such a wasteful fashion. I do not deny what happened, I simply do not understand it. It is possible my implant has malfunctioned in some fashion. And between us, I pray that is the case, for otherwise the implication is far more...disconcerting.” She pauses for a moment remembering her earlier vision."It nearly killed you," he said bluntly. 'How can that kind of artificially induced self-destruction redeem you? If your actions have led you from the Emperor's light and your desire for contrition is true, then faith should be your standard and guide. This hateful technology is a death sentence."
His voice softened again. "Sister, you stand before me now only because I was able to excavate a command phrase from deep within your mind. If I had not," and this time there is no gesture, just the vision, sharp and clear of Brigia's tear-stricken face as the smoking muzzle of the bolter angles up towards her. The vision cuts off, but the point is made.
"Now," and this time his voice is strong with authority, "As a mere passenger on the Anastasia Encarmine you should be aboard ship, awaiting in your quarters for your destination. You would have no place here but for the grace of Lady-Captain Karinzsky. It is by her will alone that you accompany her entourage, and I must be certain you can do so without posing a threat to her - or yourself." The astropath's frailty seemed to have been shucked away, discarded like a winter robe, and now he stood tall, his staff gripped firmly and his expression set. "It is not the place of the Lady-Captain to assume responsibility and potential culpability for the death of an Adeptus Sororitas in her personal company. Further, you dishonour the sacrifice of Him-on-Earth with your artificial self-flagellation and seeming pursuit of a meaningless death!"
The zealotry abruptly dropped away, and Ezekiel was once more the calm and diffident servant. He held out his hand, palm raised. "Now...wil you allow us to help you?"
“Two secrets. That is what she said. That two secrets had been revealed. One which I had kept. The other, kept from me. This shutdown code, you will share it with the Captain...but only with her. None other. You will swear it, upon the steps of the Golden Throne.”