"You don't deserve any sympathy!"
When the glow faded from Qin Xa's and Tark's eyes, Angron roared furiously.
The primarch's roar even stirred the sand and dust on the ground.
When Qin Xa had just extracted what was inside Tark's head, Angron had also sensed the emotions spilling from those memories. Those intense and exquisitely detailed emotions had allowed him to infer most of what had happened.
"You mean... I was equally cruel to Slaves and commoners?" Tark glanced sideways at the primarch. "No. Though I did raise my blade against them as well, I loved them. That was the greatest difference between how I treated them and how I treated my family."
"I loved them, so I allowed them to find release."
"I loved them, so those among them who passed the trial of suffering could follow at my side. But I pitied them too, because following me meant struggling alongside me in this hell. They could not yet find release."
Tark wore a sorrowful yet tender expression.
"My servants... they all passed the selection of suffering and torment. That is why I treated them well."
"Such noble, steadfast companions, journeying with me through hell..."
At that point, Tark paused slightly, two hot tears streaming down his face.
"These companions... how could I possibly bear to... continue abusing and demanding more from them after they had passed the selection?"
Angron was dumbfounded.
The primarch's brain was nearly overloaded.
The extreme, horrifying emotions coming from Tark filled the primarch with instinctive terror.
"When this hell is gone someday, I will write a book." Tark spread his arms like a saint. "On a peaceful and tranquil Nuceria, future generations will learn from my book of my purpose, of my great undertaking."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Xa asked with