In the residence of the Lord of Talon.
Guilliman's projection held two glasses of wine and handed one to Qin Mo.
The printing device in the room printed a glass of wine into Qin Mo's hand, but he did not drink it.
Qin Mo sat in a chair, the Crone Sword resting across his knees. His eyes admired the blade, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
"Usulan is dead."
Guilliman was somewhat surprised to hear the news from Qin Mo, but he was not particularly concerned with whether Usulan lived or died. Instead, he considered what impact this would have on the alliance between humanity and the Harlequins.
Only after deciding that there would be no impact did he begin to think about Usulan's death.
In the end, the question the Imperial Regent Primarch wanted to ask condensed into one sentence. "How would you judge Usulan?"
Guilliman enjoyed hearing Qin Mo's assessments of people and events, because Qin Mo analyzed their strengths, flaws, merits, and failings from both subjective and objective perspectives.
"First, he definitely was not a good person in the strict sense," Qin Mo said. "He tricked a kind Aeldari into losing everything, often stole and robbed things, and was also a man who spoke in riddles."
"But without question, he was powerful and capable of seeing the bigger picture. He always spoke in riddles, yet never made himself solve them."
"My feelings are complicated, but I am grateful to him. At least from my perspective, he was an immensely important and truly excellent like-minded companion."
As he spoke, Qin Mo stroked the blade of the Crone Sword. He paused, then continued.
"A real being with immense Psychic Power, yet one whose character absolutely met the standards of a real being."
Others would have found that final statement puzzling