If you asked him, Ferrus Manus would tell you bluntly—thinking was now a painful, torturous punishment to him.
Especially with Rogal Dorn and Fulgrim talking incessantly.
"They locked you out?!"
The Chemosian's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "How could they do that?!"
"Considering they never do anything unnecessary, I believe this was Father's order," Rogal Dorn replied expressionlessly.
"At most, Father simply doesn't explain certain things. Since when has he ever shut all of us out without even seeing us?!"
Fulgrim suddenly turned his head. "Ferrus!"
"...Mm."
"Smash this damned door open! If Father truly doesn't wish to see us, then he should say so himself instead of having his personal guard do it for him!"
"...Perhaps we should wait a little longer."
Ferrus Manus looked away so that he would not have to meet Fulgrim's gaze, nor see the expression on his face.
The Iron Hand spoke sincerely, with a calmness utterly unlike before. "As Rogal said, the Adeptus Custodes obey only Father's orders, so... it would be best for us to wait."
"Konrad has already gone down!"
Fulgrim frowned, anger simmering beneath his expression. "We have no idea what the Adeptus Custodes went down there to do. They won't tell us, and Father won't tell us either. Wait? Are we really supposed to wait until things develop into the worst possible outcome before making a decision?"
"Father will not allow the things you imagine to happen, Fulgrim." Rogal Dorn calmly shook his head.
"But—"
"Wait." Rogal Dorn spoke softly. "Be patient. Keep waiting."
"There is no need."
The study doors opened, and the giant clad in golden armor slowly emerged. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he walked at an unhurried pace. The laurel wreath rested lightly against his skin, as though it had