" Will you walk with me, Rogal Dorn?’
‘Are there not matters of state that require your attention, even at this hour, sir? The Council will bemoan your absence from the debating table!’
‘The Council can manage for a while without me,’ Malcador replied. ‘I like to take the air at this time of night. The Imperium never rests, but at night, up here in the thin air of the old Himalazia, I find there is at least an illusion of rest, a time to think and free the mind. I walk. I close my eyes. The stars do not go out because I am not looking at them.’
‘Not yet,’ said Dorn.
Malcador laughed. ‘No, not yet. "
― Dan Abnett , The Lightning Tower