No one spared a moment to mourn the Emperor's backside. It had been asking for it.
Thanks to Blackwatch's innate knack for scavenging, they could always spot the most valuable things among the junk. And the four Primarchs were obviously the most precious treasures of all, so they were the first to be dug out of the slime.
A bucket of clean water diluted the acid on them and washed away the filth. Watching the black-armored boys nearby ignore their father's plight and focus instead on scavenging, the two Chaos Undivided Primarchs felt a strange unease:
"Are they really just going to stand there and watch their own Primarch keep spraying? I always thought the Iron Warriors' love for Perturabo was twisted enough, but these guys are even worse. They're actually taking pictures over there, even though they've lost the most men!"
The two brothers reacted alike. Neither could understand why Blackwatch was still so cheerful after losing so many, as if their whole view of the world had gone wrong.
"Quit staring and worry about yourselves. As long as my dear big brother doesn't die, these Cloaked Cockroaches can come back to life again. It's not like they're paying out of their own pockets anyway; it all goes on the books. Look how heartbroken Hogg is."
Looking up, the brothers saw that the enormous beast, now shrunk to just sixty meters tall, was indeed weeping. Tears poured from him nonstop, as if his own father had died.
"How much longer will he be like this? Shouldn't we go support the other Legions?"
Although looking at the others was like looking into a mirror, the Useless Brothers could still sense the obvious differences between them. Curze opened his Terminal, saw that the Khala Network was back online, and used his