The Intolerable Clock: A Non-Canon Hexarchate RPG

Virmad is still reeling from this revelation. “I knew they were alive, but I always thought it was, you know,” he gestures vaguely, “biotechnology. Not literally sentient life forms that we were...are...” He hesitates, but there’s only one appropriate word: “Enslaving. Does — the moth — have a name of its own? Does it want to be carrying us?”