self aware hsr au but its the aeons.... THEY sense how many characters of a path you use and get ecstatic in THEIR own way.... maybe THEY even use their powers to give you buffs even outside simulated/divergent universe..... oh, you use destruction in a full team? huh, your characters somehow gets more damage in cost of hp, you've never read this in the guides! maybe its a hidden synergy! running full HARMony??? suddenly your buffs are higher and clearing out moc like flies! the unplayable path aeons are definitely compensating by attracting you via their lore and stories and the characters whose lore is tied to them, some exclusive for your eyes <3
inspired by elation coming out, imagine aha cackling as THEY leave unplayable path aeon room behind! so long suckers!!
also could be self aware characters too, like imagine phainon being pissed that nanook is interested in you lmfao
Found out there are baseline humans in Warhammer who are specifically into pursuing Astartes, like Space Marine chasers. Which then makes you realize there's absolutely a market for Astartes sex work. Which then makes you wonder if any traitor Astartes who refused to fall to Chaos and couldn't cut it as a space pirate ended up selling hole on some planet outside of the Imperium.
"But Astartes don't have sex--", sure yeah they don't have a sex drive, but that presupposes that every sex worker is only having sex they want to have. That ignores the existence of gay-for-pay and asexuals who do full-service sex work because they view it as just another day at the dick sucking factory. Sex work is a job like any other; you're not helping people with the fakakte self-checkout machines at Target for the love of the game, you don't have a passion for it, you do it because you need to pay your bills. Same deal.
So yeah now my headcanon is that there are renegade Astartes on backwater planets posting the Warhammer equivalent of Craigslist ads like "Night Lord needs someone to be the Lord of his Night. 500 credits per hour. Outcall only, no kissing, lights must be off"
I do not see any works around Jaghatai Khan so can you please draw Jaghatai Khan barging into the wall of the Imperial Palace basically breaking it with his bike while Guilliman, Lion El'Jonson, Rogal Dorn, and Magnus arguing (I combined the canon canon with TTS canon) are mid arguing then turn their heads to the radical khan and he said "sup losers! miss me? also I have been clapping xenos ass back the in the warp if you cant already tell"(he ment fighting the xenos lmao) hahahahahahah
I'm probably late to this party, but I feel like Roboute would love a switch and have 10,000 hours in Stardew Valley and other farming sims. That's all, I needed to share this thought with someone else
Oh, without a doubt! He would find games like these supremely relaxing.
The Ultramarines think their father retires to rest and meditate and think deep profound thoughts for a few hours each standard week. In reality, he's hunched over a small, strange data-slate-like device and muttering about optimal crop rotation and perfecting a morning routing to make sure his animals are producing to their full potential.
Guilliman's expression is much the same as when he's deciding the fate of entire planets.
Loved "A Galaxy of Ghosts", cant wait to see more primarch freak out over Guiliman
Glad you enjoyed, ANON! I appreciate all the support!
And DW, there will be many more primarch freak-outs to come, beyond just the surprise of "oh, you're not MY bro" (SPOILERS: ...bc they're eventually gonna get the full picture of just how important Robu is in 40k—enough to be given Dad's Sword?! And even command the Custodes, who have never liked the Primarchs?! Not to mention his updated, lengthy list of overwhelming achievements...).
Anyways, next ch. shall be coming out within the next few days! Just depends on how long it takes me to finally push thru and write the damn ending; choosing words is so difficult... If all goes well, it might even come out today!
Sometimes I remember that Guilliman has selectively off-kilter social skills and I suspect at least half of it is his brain constantly processing stuff on the side.
Lion when talking about Sanguinius: My most beloved and adored brother, why should it be me here instead of you? If only I'd been swifter, you could have lived. You were perfect in all ways, charismatic, strong, habdsome, you could sway worlds with words alone.
Lion when talking about Guilliman: Fuckin pencil pusher
AAAA what’s your headcanon about how Roboute would react to Lion’s death?
Here you go!
Returning to the question at hand, I think Guilliman would be consumed by utter despair. I once read a post on Reddit suggesting that the most grimdark scenario imaginable would be to brutally murder the Lion right in front of Guilliman, just to make him realize that no help is ever coming and that he will be forever alone. But what happens after that? Guilliman would simply continue to work. No matter the depths of his despair, his grief, or his rage, he would still pick up his quill and work himself to the bone just to delay the extinction of humanity for one more day. Regardless of how shattered he is, or if his spirit is completely broken, he is a man who will always fight to the bitter end and can never bring himself to give up. This is the outstanding quality of a tool meant to grind away relentlessly. A quality so good it can only be called a curse.
"They think I'll usurp you," the words left his chapped lips fast. They rode his shortness of breath and left him gasping at the end but he had said them. His tongue lapped at his lips, trying to find relief in the chafing rash that was starting to take over the bottom of his face. It was useless and caused the irritation to get worse.
His head rolled with litte control to look at the illusion that was sitting at his bedside.
Illusion might be a strong enough word, a ghost would be too strong, and hallucination might be the best fit, but Roboute liked to think he wasn't that far gone yet. So illusion was the best.
The illusion that sat next to his bed was a man that should have been on the same throne he had had been on for the last ten thousand years. But he did not look like the Living-Dead God of Humanity. He was not bones, and decaying skin that was stretched too tight, with veins that popped out and could traced so easily. He was not a man who's bottom jaw had to wired shut and he was not the man who was kept alive by a machine with wires and tubes.
The man next to him was alive, with skin that was a healthy tan and whole with fat and muscle underneath it. He had both eyes -- a kind of amber that was glowing in the dark room they were in -- and he was alive.
Alive.
He couldn't quiet wrap his mind about it.
Alive.
He knew, knew with all his hearts, that this was a dream. A kind of dream that was cast upon his mind to keep him complacent and calm, and anything else that they -- Nurgle, it was Nurgle, it had to be -- needed to do to him or needed him to do.
He fought to rip his hand free of the blanket that were loaded on top of him.
He couldn't do it.
He hand fell back to side.
He signed heavily, with his breathing getting shorter and shorter, before it became a chest raddling cough.
"Oh?" The Illusion aksed.
"Yeah," Roboute whispered. "I can see it -- it in their eyes. They don't speak it, but the fear." He panted. "I can smell it. I know."
There was silence.
No, that wasn't right.
There was the beeping of machine to the side of him, the one that didn't have the Illusion, the rustling of dataslates and clothes. Of fan and vent running. Of his airless breaths.
He knew was getting air. He had to be to talk and be alive. But it didn't feel like it. No matter how much he tried to steady himself, to calm his breathing, to let his self control training kick in. Nothing was working.
Nothing at all.
"I won't," He added.
No, that was wrong too.
'Won't' meant that there was a chance that he could. Like it was an option that he could take, a path that was laid out, planed, and just needed to someone to walk it. Needed him to walk it.
"I can't."
'Can't' that was better. 'Can't', 'Can Not', those worked well because they were true.
There was no path, no option, where he would betray his father. Where he would perform a usurpation of any type.
"It's how Dad died." His sight was blurry and was swimming in a way that made room spin and spin and his stomach roll. "I --," Words failed him as tears fell.
Nurgle had made the Illsuion of the Emperor, his Father in his prime, of Mortarion untouched by chaos and plague, and had laid him low in a bed with an illness that could take him to where the slain go to feast with the Emperor.
Would Nurgle make an Illusion of Konor? Or Tarasha?
"I want to see them again."
Was that bad? To wish that Nurgle could craft their images in a such a way that he could make himself believe that were alive?
The Illusion turned to him, it sat a dataslate down on a table, before reaching over and a blessedly cool hand touched his fevered skin. It pulled away for a moment, making him whine, before returning with a wet rag that was ran along his neck.
"You want to see who?" Nurgle even captured his voice just the way it was during the crusade.
"Mother and Dad." He whispered.
"'Dad'? Not 'Father'?"
That was a stupid question. "Dad is Dad, Father is Father, Emperor is Emperor."
He didn't know that there was a difference between a Father and a Dad. Not until he lost his Dad and met his Father.
Then, he knew, there was a line in the sand.
A 'Dad' loves you, raises you, cares for you. Watching you mess up and helps you pick up the piece of every broken thing you have done.
A 'Father' is distant, a love that is both there and a cold in a way. He watches from afar and you watch him as well. A 'Father' could be a 'Dad', a 'Father' also never take the steps to be a 'Dad' and remain a 'Father'.
Konor was his Dad, the man who raised him, who loved him, who picked him up and protected him.
The Emperor of the Cursade was his Father. He was man who made him into being, the man who had his loyalty, the man that he marched to war with. He was the man that he craved the approvel and the love of.
You didn't earn the love of a 'Dad' but you did with a 'Father'.
The Emperor that was on the Throne, the Emperor who made him Regent; he was nothing but a tool for. He was not a son. He was not something be loved, only to be used for the greater good of the Imperium of Mankind. Used and discarded when all was he could do was done.
Roboute had long since come to terms with that at least.
The Illusion kept running the rag along his neck. That chill was something he both craved and flinched from.
"Roboute," The Illusion spoke. It's voice was light and less intense then he remembered his Father being. But it had been ten thousand years and in the few hundred they knew each other, it had been nothing but war campaigns in an endless tide. "Who says that you will usurp me?"
He shouldn't say anything.
This was Nurgle using whatever illness he had inflicted on him and the weakness that it caused to information out of him.
But --
"The Custodes." He feel the contempt that they had for him. It simmered underneath the skin and there were times he was sure that it was them that would do him in. But at the same time, "I understand them though. They never liked us either."
The rag paused before resuming. "Do you have names?"
Roboute snorted, then sneezed, and then gasp from the pain it caused. The cramp in his stomach damn near sent him seizing. All he could do was wrap his hands hand in the bed sheets and wait the pain out.
The rag stop moving and a hand gripped his arm firm but not too tight.
His muscles relaxed soon after and he sagged, carefully, scared for more cramps, and so tired. "No names." Like he would give Nurgle the names of his Custodes Guard.
The silence was back again.
"Anyone else?"
"So many." And there was. The High Lords of the Terra had the fear. Different Chapters to his many brothers thought so too. He knew Daemons had tried to plant the seed of the 'Usurpation Plan' and it worked in a way. And if he went back far enough? His own brothers had made jabs about it. "I have Ultramar and that seems to be the reason." he paused again and looked over at the Illusion. "I swear. I can't take the throne from the Emperor. I can't."
"Roboute, are you --" The Illusion stopped speaking. "Go to sleep, my son." A warm, large hand, was placed over his eyes. The hand was soft in it's touch and it cradle him in a way that he hadn't felt since he was still a child. "You'll feel better when you awake."
"I won't."
And he wouldn't.
Because Nurgle would never let him get well.
---
What the Emps was trying to say: "Roboute, are you seeing me? Do you know i'm at your side or are you seeing someone else in the end?" And "Who is 'Father'? Konor is dad, I am the Emps, so who is 'Father'?"
So here's a ficlit of one of the Aus I came up with the other day.
The basic idea is: 40k!Robu is sent back in time and into his younger body, 30k!Robu, with all his memories. He gets very sick from the time travel do to a toll that the time travel takes of him. He doesn't act to save the future so much as the butterfly effect does all the work for him. He has to be taken care of by his brothers and father and Mal and by the Custodies.
The ficlit is Robu laying bed with Emps at his side.
Because he's so sick, he thinks it's Nurgle's fault, and that everything he is seeing isn't real. And because it's not real he vents a little. Lets thing's he wouldn't say aloud out.
‘None can be excluded,’ Guilliman said. ‘I would betray my mission if I did.’
‘But…’
‘The Ultramarines are more than any of us. They are more than me too.’
Gage shook his head.
‘Oh? Did the Thirteenth Legion not exist before my Father found me?’
‘Not truly,’ Gage said. ‘We only thought we did. And now we know who we are…’
‘You will always know,’ Guilliman finished for him. ‘I swear it.’ He smiled. ‘I have no intention of dying. I have far too much to do.’
‘No,’ said Gage. ‘No.’ He held the slate at arm’s length as if it were diseased.
‘Every eventuality must be confronted,’ Guilliman told him. ‘To do otherwise is a betrayal.’
Roboute Guilliman: Lord of Ultramar. Chapter Two.
One of my favorite scenes from Lord of Ultramar. Featuring a son not being able to fathom that Father might die one day, and Father being too caught up in his plans to anticipate he's about to wreck his son emotionally
Do you have a plan to continue "Hope's End" in the future. I really want to see the AU where Guilliman can live the farmer life he wants but then find out that without him what will the blueberries become.
[Related to this fic.]
Not currently. I already have two fics to work on and finish, so I don't want to add more to my plate just yet.
But maybe in the future! If I get the right inspo!
Maybe then, I could write traumatized-from-dying-and-now-a-farmer Roboute getting unwittingly dragged into the Imperium and all its politics and wars all over again, in this new life/past, against his will. Maybe he keeps running into some... not-Blueberries and just... can't resist helping them (bc Robu moves around a lot to avoid being found by Emps)?
Eventually, he's back to where he started: a general of the Great Crusade once more, doomed to be killed by the very Mankind he protects. Because his intentions and loyalties are always being doubted and feared (especially now, in this new life, where he very vocally does not wish to be a part of the Great Crusade)—when, really, he just wants to return to his farm...
Can't stop rereading your truth curse Roboute post, it is *cheff kiss* DELICIOUS. Could you share more on it? Does Roboute gets returned emotional affirmations from his kinder brothers? Reactions to The Room? More on how Malc&Emp react to everything? Or anything else you thought about, it's delicious, thank you for the food 💜
@missmannequin
[This is related to this post and this post.]
Alright!
I think I'll go down the list of Primarchs (w/Emps and Malcy at the end) to show all of Robu's embarrassing interactions with them!
Just to set the scene, as the Primarchs spend their short leave on Terra (before they inevitably have to return to the Great Crusade), many of them have taken to asking Robu what he thinks of them. Mostly out of genuine curiosity, though some do it more out of... malice.
Ultimately, all these conversations lead to many Primarchs avoiding Roboute! Out of shame, second-hand embarrassment, or anger!
I already did Lion, Fulgrim, and Perty previously (also, did I fr do them in order? I did NOT realize that when I made that post), plus I did Angron and kinda Ferrus, so they won't be included here.
Also, this is going to be a mix of summaries and dialogue (bc if I wrote dialogue for every interaction, this post would take way too long).
So I'll start with...
Jaghatai:
-> For the most part, Roboute speaks of admiring the Khan's calm intelligence (fellow sane man of the family, y'know) and also of... how much he worries about how distant he (Khan) is from the rest of the family.
-> "You do not enjoy partaking in politics or governance; the... 'hunt' is your greatest desire. Likewise, you are not fond of Father and His decisions. That has always been easy to see."
-> "I do not begrudge you your opinions, Brother; they are your right. But sometimes..."
-> "Sometimes, I wish you would never speak them. For when I hear them, I often find myself agreeing, at least in part, yet... no suggestions or petitions or tangible action ever follow them. You always leave—away from us, from the politics of the Imperium, from everything but the 'hunt'. Your intelligence and wisdom go wasted, never voiced. That disappoints me."
-> "I know not everything done in the Imperium’s name is enjoyable or kind, but... is our dream not righteous? The Great Crusade exists to shepherd Mankind toward a brighter future, away from ignorance and suffering. That is why Father conceived of it; why He conceived us; why we and our Legions march across the galaxy."
-> "Father and Lord Malcador have many plans to improve and uplift Mankind once the Crusade ends. I'm sure you have heard of them before, from Father Himself when He first found you. I believe... I believe if you engaged with them, Father and Lord Malcador both, your advice would improve those plans. If only you would..."
-> ... Jaghatai says he'll think about it.
Leman:
-> "I have never said this before (and do not wish to now, but the curse does not care for my will), but I enjoy it: the rare times when you invite me to drink Mjod with you. It is... relaxing, and your company is... most humorous and welcome."
-> "I greatly hope that one day, you and Magnus will share an honest conversation and overcome your gripes with each other. It may be naive of me and I know it will be difficult, but... diplomacy is always an option. I believe with the right honestly and compromise, the two of you may come to tolerate each other. To have my brothers so at odds is... a sight I do not wish to know for the rest of eternity."
Dorn:
-> "I greatly admire your unshakable nature, just as much as I worry of it. I fear..."
-> "I fear one day, you will encounter an insurmountable trial—be it military, political, or social—and you will not bend but break. Then, you will struggle to build yourself anew, for your mind is so rigid, and any assistance I offer... may not be enough."
Konrad:
-> Like with Angron, Roboute has much pity for Konrad, who has been driven mad by his visions. But also...
-> "There have been days when I have considered teaching you administration or wished to recommend you relevant modules for it. Some part of me suspects you might have talent for it, or that, at the very least, it should work well with your... strong sense of justice (however strange it is). You could construct fair, legal justice systems and strong economies for the crime-riddled worlds you encounter, including that of your home-world Nostramo, and improve them. Cut down crime. That has always been your desire, yes? I wish to believe your madness has not entirely stripped that from you... and I wish you might know more hope in your life..."
Sanguinius:
-> By the time Sanguinius' "turn" comes, he's watched/heard of many of the conversations between Roboute and their brothers, and he also now knows of The Room. Needless to say, Sanguinius gives Roboute a warm, feathery hug and expresses back his own love + respect. Good shit, good shit.
-> However! Roboute does mentions his mild concern about Sanguinius' belief of never changing Baal... because that implies the lives of Baal's citizens will never improve. And if Sanguinius wants the best for them, he should agree to Baal eventually being uplifted into something kinder and more prosperous; if he wished, a continent or two could even be kept as is to remember Baal's past (compromise!).
-> And if Sanguinius is only keeping Baal like this to ensure the recruits for his Legion are sturdy and courageous, well... Roboute's own Legionnaires are recruited from the 500 Worlds (which are all prosperous and, as many of his brothers would say, "too soft") and remain more-than-capable warriors! So that cannot be Sanguinius' reason! It is illogical to keep a planet miserable when a stable home is effective motivation for any troops and proper training can close what gap remains!
Mortarion:
-> As I mentioned briefly in a prev. post, Mortarion, similar to Angron, got a somewhat stern talking to from Roboute. Basically, when Mortarion (like so many other brothers) asked Roboute what he thought of him (not as cruelly as Angron did) out of pure curiosity, Roboute gave him an answer... he did not expect.
-> Roboute first mentioned Mortarion’s unfavorable opinion toward everything psychic. Roboute himself understands being cautious of the psychic arts; the Emperor Himself knows that the Ultramarine Librarius have strict manuals and rules to follow to ensure they do not become threats to Mankind. However, what Roboute does not approve of is Mortarion’s immediate hate toward everything psychic, including toward their brother—their brother, one of now-only-18 Primarchs in the entire Milky Way—Magnus.
-> But, indeed, Roboute knows that Mortarion suffered deeply at the hands of a xenos psyker during his childhood, hence his harsh opinions. That is why Roboute, ultimately, never spoke these things aloud before today; to move on from his trauma is Mortarion’s choice, which Roboute can't really interfere with.
-> Then, Roboute went on to mention Mortarion’s fraught relationship with the Emperor. On one hand, he understands why Mortarion remains so upset and disdainful of the Emperor, who was not particularly kind when bringing him into the fold (aka, some kill-stealing happened).
-> But on the other hand, Roboute's like: "What else could He have done—that would have been acceptable for both you and the Imperium?"
-> At the end of the day, the Emperor is the Emperor—in that He has thousands of duties to fulfill, thousands of wars to manage at once (even with His Primarchs), and a million worlds to protect! To stay on Barbarus even one day longer to be more kind and patient with Mortarion would have cost BILLIONS (of lives, of credits, etc.), for that is the scale of the Imperium the Emperor rules!
-> It's simple math and logistics. A minute's delay in a regular factory could lead to thousands, if not millions, of credits being lost down the line. Thus, an entire empire (of a MILLION worlds) having its Emperor delayed by another day (on top of the time He already spent on Barbarus, trying to convince Mortarion to join willingly) would be FAR more catastrophic!
-> The conversation then ended with Roboute (mortified and grimacing) offering to mediate a meeting between Mortarion and the Emperor. Roboute would even arrange it himself if Mortarion did not wish to reach out to the Emperor personally! Anything to soothe his father and brother’s relationship! Roboute would really prefer it if their family all got along (that doesn't mean they all have to like each other)!
Magnus:
-> Robu first speaks of all his good: his intelligence, his strength in psychic matters, and his love for his sons. Then—
-> "You often chafe against the criticism you receive on your psychic abilities and experiments, including those from our brothers Leman and Mortarion, yet you do nothing to alleviate their fears, nor do you seek to understand them. You only refuse and retort. I find that... childish."
-> "Father Himself has given you many lessons on the dangers of the Warp before, and many of our brothers envy you for having His attention, yet not even His words have tempered you. You are so... arrogant. Combined with your insatiable curiosity, I fear the path it might one day take you down."
Horus:
-> His reaction to Roboute and his words depends on whether or not he (Horus) is Warmaster yet. Because we all know he's angsty and insecure beneath his oozing charm and charisma... which Roboute unknowingly feeds into (bc he was found 8th yet is rapidly closing in on Horus' achievements...).
-> If Horus ISN'T yet Warmaster: he'll be glad to hear that Roboute greatly admires him and enjoys his presence, considering him one of his few friends amongst all the Primarchs.
-> If Horus IS Warmaster: he'll be EXTRA glad to know that Roboute is happy for him being Warmaster and not jealous in the slightest—partially because Roboute does not want such a heavy title + responsibilities for himself and thinks he would even be bad at it ("many of our brothers dislike me; I would not be able to command them nearly as well as you do").
Lorgar:
-> Robu’s interaction with Lorgar depends on whether or not this is before the Razing of Monarchia.
-> If AFTER: Lorgar prob meanly asks if Robu hates him. Naturally, Robu says no and will then mention how uncomfortable he felt fulfilling the Emperor’s commands that day. He hopes, at least, that Lorgar has finally taken the Emperor's words to heart and ceased worshipping Him to instead focus on the Crusade ("it is bigger than us all; it is for Mankind"). As in canon, this revelation (of Roboute never hating him) has Lorgar reeling and utterly gobsmacked, perhaps even feeling guilty for the shit he's begun planning for the future...
-> If BEFORE: "I occasionally find your religious beliefs... offensive. They imply that Mankind cannot save itself, that our actions in the Crusade are meaningless, that we are so weak as to require a god to save us. I suspect that is why Father disapproves of your worship of Him, too; He has given you many warnings over the years. I wish... I wish you would heed them. Then embrace your own strength and the Imperial Truth. Know that neither you nor Mankind need a god to follow and prostrate yourself before."
Vulkan:
-> "You are so kind and approachable. Perhaps, if I were more like you, there would be less whispers of me seeking to build an empire in Ultramar or wishing to usurp the Emperor for the Throne." (Does this make some of the Primarchs, especially those that contributed to those whispers, flinch? Yes.)
-> "I also have a suggestion that might expand the scope of your kindness and generosity. Against my will, I must speak it and hope you do not find it... presumptuous of me."
-> "I believe you should learn some amount of governance, or administration. Then, you may improve the lives you come across on a foundational level, not just tend to their wounds."
Corax:
-> Roboute mentions that time they played (essentially) VR strategy games together. Y'know which one I'm talking about, from Lord of Shadows.
-> "Thank you for accepting my invitation all those years ago. Many of our brothers did not. Even now, it... warms my heart that you did. I learned many things from you that day, and my campaigns and strategies have greatly improved ever since."
-> Roboute also expresses much respect for Corax's understanding of needing to make tough decisions for the wider majority ("I suspect many of our brothers do not"). He kinda considers them kindred spirits in that regard, especially since they've both done some ruling and administration before (since Corax, y'know, reformed the systems of his home... moon?).
-> And yes, at some point in the convo, Roboute ends up calling Corax his "little brother" and is... extremely moritifed. Corax is both touched and embarrassed on his behalf.
Alph(arius/Om)egon:
-> To Alphegon's shock, Roboute admits to admiring some of their tactics. The rest are... often too cruel and convoluted to his personal taste ("we are fighting to uplift and protect Mankind, not destroy it").
-> Still, regardless of any gripes between them, Roboute does consider them his brothers and loves + respects them. That is why the most he has ever done before is critique them, not forced them to change their tactics.
-> Roboute also admits to finding some of Alphegon's antics hilarious, such as when they disguise themselves amongst their sons and play pranks on the Emperor/Malcador/Custodes/other Primarchs.
Emperor & Malcador:
-> Best believe they've assigned a Custodes squadron to stick to Guilliman (partially to keep him isolated and away from ppl he shouldn't be yapping to) and send them reports/transcripts of all his conversations with the other Primarchs.
-> They are now... reassessing a lot of things they previously thought of the XIIIth. He's... very loyal and sentimental. He also... understands a shocking amount of their pragmatic decisions (such as the Emperor's decision to steal Mortarion's kill, why He cannot dedicate centuries to trying to solve Angron's Nails, etc.)—which shouldn't be so shocking now that they're thinking about it since, y'know, he IS the Lord of Ultramar.
-> (And NO, the Emperor does not think about The Room Roboute built for the family on Macragge. Not at all. Nor does He think about how pleasant it might be to just have a nice, simple dinner with His kinda-sons/generals/creations—something He has not known in centuries, since choosing to reveal Himself as the Emperor and dedicate His foreseeable future to protecting Mankind.)
-> (He also does not think about Roboute's offer to help mend His and Mortarion's relationship. Or His and Angron's. Or—)
-> (The Emperor is also ignoring every look Malcador is sending His way. Completely. He must focus on Mankind's future. Nothing else can matter. Nothing else will matter if Mankind loses and dies. Later. Such things may matter later.)
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