Horus's Birthday Banquet

Sanguinius sat in the Mage's office with red-rimmed eyes, holding a cup of sugared black tea in trembling hands.

The elegant ceramic cup looked unexpectedly charming in his hands. This beautiful porcelain set would have been a little gaudy for ordinary people, out of place for soldiers, and wasted if given to Angron. Only with Sanguinius did it seem just right.

--His presence and appearance could carry most things.

He Shenyan had a bit of a headache.

Obviously, anyone would. Even The Emperor would probably find it somewhat difficult to deal with a Sanguinius on the verge of tears.

With a sigh, the Mage said, "There's really no need for this, Sanguinius—looking this fragile, you could go act in an opera."

Yet Sanguinius showed utter innocence at the Mage's insinuation, as if he had not understood what he was saying at all.

The Archangel merely said in a trembling voice, with a little broken note added at the end, "Captain, please forgive me. I don't understand what you mean."

Angron, sitting on the sofa to one side reading a book, nearly rolled his eyes into the heavens.

He Shenyan sighed again. "I mean you really don't need to act like this. The Lamenters have already received what they deserved."

Sanguinius's gaze sharpened slightly, and his tearful look vanished at once. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is that so? They didn't tell me about this. How rude of me."

"It's normal that they didn't tell you. They already felt they were unworthy of receiving it. What I'm curious about is why Guilliman didn't tell you?"

"Robert probably forgot. He's always been a busy man. What does it matter if his own brother's Chapter suffered an injustice—sigh."

Sanguinius even gave an aggrieved sigh at the end, his mastery of passive aggression