"My body may break, and my blood may spill. My flesh might melt, and my soul might be defiled. And yet, onwards I march. Not for the Emperor. Not for the Eccelisarchy. And not for myself. I go to my death with a smile on my face because it is my duty. The Guardsmen hold the line. A Hospitaller makes sure they stay there. Foul Daemon, you shall not touch my patients! Ave Imperator!"