No one knew the Final Protocol's wail, but for a gestalt consciousness, he'd had it pretty rough, having ended up with a terrible boss like Hogg.
After hearing him describe what he'd seen, the four big doggos unanimously declared that this was their eldest brother, Hogg Menethil, the rebel leader who had torn apart half the Dog-man Empire.
It had to be said: when Hogg saw Dog Hogg, it was truly like looking at himself across the ages. It felt like staring into a mirror—only the one on the other side was even more shameless than he was, a composite of all the Primarchs' worst traits.
Perturabo's stubbornness, Jonson's savagery, Fulgrim's vanity, Magnus's arrogance—you could even see, beneath the surface, the same father complex Horus had.
Hogg looked over at Goda, who had started playing dead again, and sighed deeply. After all these years of stubborn denial, he'd finally realized his own parenting skills weren't much better:
"Doggo, compared to you, the Emperor practically beat you by three Lady Eutens when it came to raising such an outstanding eldest son."
Goda had nothing to say. He truly had nothing to say. He'd taught them exactly the way Hogg had taught him.
When the four Primarchs heard Goda explain that he'd been beaten every time he saw Hogg as a child because that was how the Emperor had taught his father, they all took an uneasy step backward.
"Bullshit! When did I beat you every day? I clearly taught you on days one, three, and five, while Magnus taught you on days two, four, and six. Then we gave you the last day off to recover. Back then, the two of us—a dog and a horse—could beat you all day without even breaking through that layer of fat!"
Hogg pushed past