The Ogryn Brothers Gather

"So you're saying that when the Yellow Weasel asks if you are a man or a god, you must answer that you are a man, otherwise something terrible will happen?"

"That's right. This is a myth passed down from ancient Terra; everyone in Imperium believes it. Don't think I'm spouting nonsense—you'll see for yourself when you run into one."

Although she couldn't keep her hands off Maserati, Lelith was still unwilling to believe in the existence of a bizarre evil god called the Yellow Weasel. She felt that this so-called Yellow Weasel was likely something humans invented to scare children, much like how the Eldar used She Who Thirsts to frighten their young.

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart. Jaghatai Khan, who had been imitating Bai Ci Nan, stopped struggling. He felt the story sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

After much deliberation, the Khan suddenly realized the truth. Wasn't this the story Hogg used to make up about Old Man Yellow?

Combining this with the various behaviors of the little runt named Maserati, a bold guess emerged in the Khan's mind: this Maserati was none other than Hogg himself.

Thinking of this, the Khan observed him more closely. He discovered that whether it was his manner of speaking, his gestures, or that shameless habit of burying his head into someone's chest to rub against them, he was exactly like his good big brother. In particular, that gaze filled with "wisdom" was something no one else could imitate so perfectly.

He had thought his life was over, but he never expected that heaven would leave a door open for him; his good big brother had actually come to save him.

*A bond of brotherhood stronger than gold, true feelings