"I'm just a passerby. It doesn't matter to me. Humanity is in your hands now. Korax has returned to the Imperium anyway. All I need to do is stay comfortably on Lycaeus and live as a wealthy man.
There's no need to risk my life fighting those Xenos across the Milky Way, much less face that shithole called the Warp." Sandman lay back down on the sofa with a clear conscience.
"Aren't you afraid humanity will end up in that terrible situation ten thousand years from now? You're human too." The Emperor was getting anxious. This was not what he had expected. Everything Sandman had done since arriving on Lycaeus suggested he was not the sort to simply lie down and give up.
"Heh. Bananas have more humanity in them than they do. Besides, ten thousand years from now, even my bones will be gone. Why the hell should I worry about it?" Sandman remained unmoved as he lay on the sofa.
"Aren't you afraid the Great Heresy will spread here?" the Emperor asked, looking at Sandman, who lay motionless on the sofa.
"Seriously? Seriously, Neoth? You already have such detailed intelligence. Even if a lot changes later on, if a rebellion can still spread to a Legion's homeworld, just how useless are you?" Sandman had completely entered a state where he was beyond caring. No matter what the Emperor said, he would not budge.
"Enough, our honored lord of the Imperium of Man, great Emperor. My headache is about to explode. I urgently need rest now, so please move to another room and rest there." Sandman had turned the tables entirely.
This was his territory to begin with. The Emperor was the guest, and the room was now a complete mess. Naturally, it was unsuitable for entertaining an honored