While Lorgar wept tears of joy in dimensional space, Qin Mo, still on Brumm, had no idea what good deed The Chronicler had done.
He was with Horus, who had persuaded several more clone brothers to head for the Tyran Sector, repairing the device that would be used to evacuate everyone from Brumm.
"This thing seems like it's broken, doesn't it?" Horus looked at the device. He had noticed that it malfunctioned after being used on Lorgar alone.
"It just needs the Blackstone replaced. Nothing serious." Qin Mo continued repairing the device.
Horus did not understand these things. He was a little bored, but he also had something he wanted to say.
The clone Warmaster looked around and touched things here and there in the area where the device had been placed, waiting for Qin Mo to finish what he was doing so they could discuss something.
"About Sanguinius..."
Qin Mo suddenly stopped working. He did not look at Horus as he spoke, instead lowering his head, taking two steps back, and leaning against the device.
Seeing the hesitation in Qin Mo's every movement, Horus grew even more concerned.
Coincidentally, what he wanted to discuss was also about Sanguinius.
Over the past few days, the clone Primarchs were occasionally called together for meetings to learn how the servants of Nurgle and Khorne were fighting on Brumm and to prepare for the possibility of the war spreading to the laboratory.
Sometimes, Horus caught Qin Mo staring at Sanguinius with a strange look in his eyes.
Hesitation. Difficulty.
Sanguinius could sense that gaze as well. He would turn around with a smile, and Qin Mo would then look away.
It was difficult for Horus not to suspect that Qin Mo had something he could not bring himself to say.
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