"Fighting for the False Emperor will only result in pain. The strands of fate, of the Architech of Fate, have brought you here so you can drink from his well. A well of unfathomable and limitless depth and power. See the future laid out before you with the infinite knowledge of how to control it. How to bend it to your will. The power of sorcery that the False Emperor's minions are so afraid of. The power to weave fate itself to your will, to bend reality itself with but a thought! Fighting for the False Emperor, what does that gain you? The Inquisition would put you to the death for even learning this, or throw you to a penal legion to die on some rock that they deem important saving from the Orks or Eldar. Imagine it, surpassing their Farseers in unbridled psychic might and with the blessings of the Changer of Ways, surpassing even the False Emperor's most powerful lackeys."