"Young God."
The Veil Walker suddenly called Lu Jin to a halt.
Lu Jin turned around.
The Walker first recalled the Laughing God's prophecy, then said, "Whatever you face next, I want you to understand that every member of the Harlequin Troupe, myself included, has a clear conscience. We've hidden nothing, and we've done nothing underhanded or sinister in this war."
Lu Jin could tell this was the Harlequin Troupe's disclaimer.
As Lu Jin had just passed by, the Veil Walker had caught a glimpse of the eyes behind the Young God's lenses. The Young God's suspicion that the Harlequin Troupe was plotting treachery had enraged the demons of the human god.
Whatever Tzeentch's scheme against Lu Jin might be, whatever fate awaited him, this misunderstanding had to be cleared up.
"I understand." Lu Jin nodded.
At first, he had been suspicious. But after Owen of the Legion of the Damned explained, he understood that the Cursed Warriors and the Emperor controlling them wanted the ritual to succeed and to fulfill Karlos's original purpose, not Tzeentch's.
That was why the Cursed Warriors had taken Lyleth and Krogar hostage and stood with the enemy, yet hadn't harmed the Space Marines or the Aeldari.
I'm doing this for your own good, so just listen. Those who understand, understand; there's no point explaining it to those who don't. Ignorance is bliss. No explanation—one day, you'll understand. Anyway, what I'm doing is right.
That was the Emperor's way of doing things.
That was why the Cursed Warriors hadn't explained why they were standing on the enemy's side.
In Lu Jin's view, Owen—whose soul the Emperor had claimed and turned into a Cursed Warrior—had been made to explain because the Emperor realized he couldn't stop Lu Jin. So he might as well tell the truth.