"Have you decided?"
Inside the laboratory, Oenomaus asked Angron one last time.
He could leave on his own. Gamma would not stop him.
Because Angron's actual value to Gamma was not as great as imagined. Gamma's primary focus was technological development. Even a minor technological breakthrough—such as solving thermal range limitations or achieving transdimensional strikes—was far more important than gaining one or two more primarchs.
Studying primarchs and restoring them was merely a demonstration of Gamma World's technological capabilities, preparation for other technologies. So if those who had been revived wanted to leave, Gamma would not stop them. Malcador's return was an example; Gamma had not only refrained from stopping him, but had even sent people to assist him.
Gamma could gain greater benefits in the process.
Angron was no different now. His revival was merely a byproduct of other technologies. Since they could create one Angron, they could, in principle, create many more.
To Gamma World, Angron's significance was simply proof that they could do it. Nothing more. They would not be like those slave masters, implanting a Thought Seal into his mind before enslaving him.
But Angron had already made up his mind. He was prepared to return.
Not in the name of the Imperium of Man, however. He would return like Lion El'Jonson had, enlisting on the edge of the Milky Way to atone for his sins.
The entire universe had become like this. Those brothers were dead, their planets exterminated. Being alone meant little to him. He might as well go to the battlefield, earn points, help his slave brothers return, and let them come back. He would atone for himself, and for the other Angron as well.
"Have you decided?"
"Yes." Angron nodded. "What is there to hesitate over? The me from back then made