"Take this, Robo!"
"This isn't fair! Horus! Sanguinius can fly up there like a damn bomber!"
"No swearing! Lion, do you remember how I taught you? Polite and gentle."
"..."
The Primarchs were still engaged in their snowball fight. Sanguinius flew back and forth through the air and, as Lion had said, looked like a bomber.
This had clearly been Guilliman's idea. After suggesting that Sanguinius become his team's snowball bomber, Guilliman had desperately rolled snowballs for him.
Every time he completed a circuit in the sky, Sanguinius swooped down to collect a huge pile of snowballs from Guilliman's arms. He then imitated the whine of a bomber with his mouth and unleashed a barrage upon Lion's team.
Lion had previously been the leader of Sanguinius's team, but Sanguinius was already having too much fun. Just when Lion thought Sanguinius had joined Horus's side, Horus's side was likewise subjected to Sanguinius's furious bombing.
The young Primarchs remained happy.
Qin Mo was still by the cliff, helping Perturabo realize those wildly imaginative construction ideas.
Amid all this peace and tranquility, the Emperor stood at the entrance to the laboratory, narrowing his eyes as he quietly watched the young Primarchs.
"If you wish, you could go over there. You could even join that battle." Malcador walked up beside the Emperor, leaning on his scepter.
Valdor, who had just helped the Emperor block a snowball, gave Malcador a slight bow.
"I do not wish to," the Emperor said, shaking his head. "Nor can I."
Malcador frowned slightly, but then heard the Emperor continue with a candid explanation.
"I told our ally this several days ago."
"He will be the kind elder in the Primarchs' memories, while I will be a cold father in name."
"I will leave the Primarchs with an impression of