The room, nearly crammed full with cables carrying Psychic Power, could only accommodate Horus himself. The Primarchs stood by the door, watching Aisha in anguish.
Qin Mo raised his hand.
The cables vanished in an instant.
"She felt there was no dignity in clinging to life like this, but she accepted this means of survival so she could hold on until you returned," Qin Mo told the Primarchs.
After hearing this, the Primarchs gazed at Aisha before entering the room.
Having rushed here without removing their armor, they took off their helmets and held them in their hands, gathering around Aisha on one knee.
When she saw Sanguinius keeping his wings folded tight, Aisha reached out to him.
Sanguinius stepped forward and offered her one finger for her to grasp.
"Do not feel ashamed of your wings," Aisha said. "You and your brothers were all born extraordinary, born different. You merely have one more difference than your brothers."
Sanguinius had heard those words from Aisha more than once. When he heard them again, his wings slowly spread, sheltering the brothers on either side of him.
Aisha's gaze moved across the Primarchs' faces one by one before finally settling on Qin Mo.
At this moment, Aisha wanted to speak for Qin Mo, to tell them something meaningful—some grand truths about the fate of the human race that she could not understand, or the cause of the Real Universe. But just as she could not understand those things, she could not put them into words.
Qin Mo told Aisha with his eyes that she did not need to speak for him. The Primarchs understood everything.
Aisha nodded faintly and looked away.
"Perhaps there are other ways," Magnus said. "That forbidden knowledge, those..."
"I know about that witchcraft and such. My mother was