Guilliman did not know Jaghatai Khan well. Among all their brothers, the Khan had only been close with Horus and Magnus. Even so, Guilliman was glad for his return.
But the latter was clearly still in shock. Even after having some wine, he still had not recovered. "That man, that man—who is he?"
"Who?" Guilliman asked, as if knowingly feigning ignorance.
"You know who I mean!"
"Calm down, brother."
Guilliman personally refilled his cup. The Khan lowered his head and stared at the clear liquor, and his mood could not help but settle a little. "Forgive my discourtesy, but I truly do not understand."
Even the corner of his eye was twitching. "How could a human possess power like that?!"
Seeing him like this, Guilliman thought it over again and again, but still did not tell him that The Emperor had now risen from the chair. He changed the subject. "But he is indeed human. That much is true. A Living Saint certified by the Ecclesiarchy, no less."
Hearing him, Jaghatai Khan frowned. "Do not tell me you truly regard him as a god. If I remember correctly, you are a firm believer in science, Guilliman."
"Of course not. That was only a joke."
Guilliman smiled. "In any case, I truly am glad you have returned."
".Huff."
The Khan let out a turbid breath and closed his eyes in misery. "Come, then. Tell me what the Empire has become. Have we become a vast, bloated polity ruled by ignorance and oppression? I am ready, Guilliman. Yes, I think I am ready."
Though he described it that way, in his heart he still hoped for a better future—at the very least, one that would not leave him unable to see even the slightest hope. After fighting in the Webway for ten