"The future. What future?"
Sanguinius's brows drew tight. "What did he see? Konrad?"
"...I may look exactly like him, but I'm not him, Sanguinius. How would I know what he saw?"
This was the first time the Night Haunter felt somewhat helpless. He spread his hands, showing his brothers that there was nothing he could do.
"I can't guess what he saw back then based solely on an echo of the past from another world," he said. "Perhaps someone could, but I can't."
"Who could?" Corax asked.
His question made the Night Haunter glare at him in irritation. "Now is not the time to start an argument, brother. Didn't you hear that I was speaking metaphorically? Did your comprehension suddenly drop into the negatives?"
"You really do speak harshly." Corax sighed. "But I forgive you."
The Night Haunter's face twitched.
"Then can you at least offer a worthwhile guess?"
Jaghatai asked slowly.
"Although I do not think that imposing man and your former self are the same person, at the very least you share the same name, so, to some extent, your ways of thinking should be similar as well. If he was that terrified, it must have been your gift at work, yes?"
The Night Haunter's expression darkened a little, though not because of Jaghatai's small jab at his former personal hygiene, but because of the "gift" he had mentioned.
He did not like the word Jaghatai had used to describe it.
"That was not a gift," Konrad Curze said, his face dark as still water. "It was a curse. You would not understand."
"Why? As far as I know, Sanguinius can also see visions concerning the future," Jaghatai continued. "He has never complained about it."
"Jaghatai..." The Archangel frowned at his brother, wanting the Jaghatai Khan not to