"So you're saying you're shit-stirrers?"
Lin Fan's peculiar description nearly made the composed Aurora choke on his saliva. Crude as it was, it was accurate; Aurora truly could not find a simpler or more fitting way to put it than Lin Fan had.
Lin Fan shook his head with a complicated expression. He offered no comment on Aurora's Britain-like game of offshore balancing, merely turning to look at the bound Lion El'Jonson.
"And what about you? What are you plotting?"
Lin Fan's tone displeased Lion El'Jonson. When had he ever been treated like this? But for the sake of the Emperor's icon, glittering brightly, Lion El'Jonson began telling his story.
After the Horus Heresy ended, the Loyalist Primarchs gradually disappeared. Leman Russ went in search of Wolftime, Jaghatai pursued the Drukhari into the Webway and vanished, Rogal Dorn went to the Golden Ark Core to seek a way to save the Emperor, and Roboute Guilliman was wounded by Fulgrim, falling into a sleep from which he never awoke.
And what of Lion El'Jonson?
"Caliban rebelled at the time. Luther deceived many into betraying the Imperium."
"Some of them were my people." Aurora took the chance to point this out, immediately drawing Lion El'Jonson's shocked and hateful gaze.
"You had a hand in Caliban's rebellion too?!"
If looks could kill, Aurora would have been cut into a thousand pieces by now. Yet Aurora gave the same reason as before: maintaining the balance of power.
Lion El'Jonson scoffed at Aurora's explanation. He struggled fiercely, and it was only thanks to the chair's exceptional quality that it did not shatter beneath a Primarch's immense strength.
"Lion El'Jonson, get to the point first."
The Emperor's voice came from the icon. Lion El'Jonson immediately calmed down upon hearing it, while Mortarion, who had been in