As always.
Qin Mo told the people around him the truth directly.
Unlike the Emperor, he never concealed things. He would tell those who could be told what the truth of this universe was, and what ghostly things lurked in the Warp.
This was not a difference in their styles of conduct, but because Qin Mo realized that he could tell the truth.
Traits outweighed everything.
No matter how powerful the Emperor was, he could not reinforce the structure of reality across hundreds of light-years, preventing ordinary people within that range from being harassed by those disgusting entities coveting their souls.
This was a privilege born of traits.
Just as Tyranids could remain rational and learn more not because they were especially noble or superior, but simply because several C'tan had reinforced the structure of reality where they lived, keeping them from suffering misfortune merely for knowing something.
And precisely because he knew that privilege came from traits, Qin Mo had never gone beyond the sector to preach what he knew to the Imperials.
Moreover, the harshest crime in the Tyran Sector was leaking knowledge of the Warp to Imperials. Every soldier leaving the sector to take part in external support operations had to learn the rules of communication that forbade any mention of Warp knowledge when speaking to non-Tyranids.
The clone Primarchs before him were capable of bearing the weight of this knowledge. Their status and importance were not enough to bring horrific consequences upon them if they could not bear it.
"You were all cloned."
"Guilliman the Second, I do not want to say this, but I have to tell the truth. Your foster mother is gone. Even if she were still alive, she would not be your foster mother."
When Qin Mo finished speaking, Clone Guilliman clutched