[When we talk about the Primarchs, what are we talking about?]
[Superhuman bodies, superhuman minds, superhuman abilities—is that all? They are the greatest works of my lord, The Emperor, and his sons. Before everything had fallen apart, they were also our hope.]
[But beyond that?]
[Dear readers, beware the words you are about to see. I am not willing to write them, but my lord insists. And I am merely his scribe. I traded my loyalty and my life, soon to be extinguished, for this chance, and you are about to read it.]
[Back to the matter at hand. Apart from those innate abilities and the temperaments forged after birth, what else are the Primarchs? Or rather, once their gifts are stripped away from them, what remains?]
[From the memories of my lord, The Emperor, I saw the answer. I saw many answers. And in this chapter, I will recount only those concerning Rogal Dorn.]
[Rogal Dorn during the Great Crusade was always angry. He was irascible and volatile, sensitive and suspicious. Inwit was lost to an alien assault and utterly destroyed in the bombardment, and he could never forget it. And what was worse was that, at this time, he still possessed a sense of honor.]
[Yes, that was the worst thing of all. He was not pure enough. Ordinary people may be not thoroughly bad, not purely good, because we need not bear any responsibility. But the Primarchs cannot. They were born to shoulder responsibility.]
[Thus, Dorn became an anomaly. Among his brothers, even the Lord of Iron, Perturabo, who was most estranged from him, would not question Dorn's ability as a commander. Yet because of his own temperament, Dorn allowed many stains to appear on what should have been an immaculate record of battle.]
[In some battle,