"Didn't you have anything more to say to them?"
Qin Mo sat down on the sofa. He had originally planned to watch a grand family drama unfold.
"I had plenty to say, but after seeing Angron like that, I think I need to be more careful."
As he spoke, the Emperor sat beside Qin Mo and retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses from beneath the square table in front of the sofa.
After downing a glass of wine, the Emperor felt only one thing.
Bitter wine passed his throat and pierced his heart.
Angron had choked back every word the Emperor had wanted to say.
Not because the words of that son who still hated him after having the Nails removed were particularly cutting, but because they reminded the Emperor that his children's personalities were fundamentally problematic. The slightest misstep could lead to unpleasant consequences.
The Emperor now decided to proceed more cautiously. At the very least, there were some things he could not say before all the clone Primarchs.
"Thank you for not killing them." The Emperor filled a glass, then gently slid it toward Qin Mo.
Qin Mo picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp.
The Emperor continued, "I thought you had no sympathy at all for these superhumans, and regarded them as tools, just like Malcador."
"There's still quite a difference between you and me." Qin Mo shook his head. "But I didn't spare them and bring them back solely out of sympathy."
When he had decided to spare the clone Primarchs, Qin Mo had considered many things.
The only one he had been unable to kill was Clone Guilliman. He had no friendship whatsoever with the other Primarchs.
Eisenhorn had seen that at the time, which was why he had personally