"No, Captain-General Galahov. Let my people handle this matter."
Lorgar Aurelian shook his head helplessly. "The Custodians' presence would make it impossible for them to stay calm during the conversation. Some of them clearly know of your existence."
The Captain-General frowned. "Do you truly think their excitement during the conversation was only because of the Custodians? They were speaking with you, Lorgar Aurelian. They were speaking with the son of The Emperor. That was why they were so excited."
"You should understand what your existence means, Lorgar Aurelian."
Yes, I understand.
The Word Bearer fell silent for a few seconds, and for the minds of the Primarchs, those few seconds were enough to consider many things.
Of course he understood what his existence meant to mortals, but precisely because of that, he was even more unwilling to leave this matter to anyone else. Ever since his last communication with that god, he had been trying to gather information about It through other means. Taking in refugees along the way had become an excellent method.
Their voyage had continued for a very long time, and that god seemed almost to have developed some kind of tacit understanding with them. Some planets already invaded and tainted by Chaos would be utterly destroyed, and the refugees upon them would be wrapped in flame, sustained until they arrived. They closely followed the footprints It left across the universe, like pilgrims pursuing miracles.
The comparison made Lorgar give a bitter smile. "In any case, this is still something I must do personally, Captain-General Galahov."
"I have no objection to that," the Captain-General replied stiffly. "Then let your men bring them here—though I very much doubt whether these people from the frontier can truly tell the difference between Custodians and Astartes."
He left, and Lorgar sighed.