Although Colvin did not understand what Corax intended to do, when he saw Corax reach out and rise onto his toes, he still bent down and lowered his head.
In the end, Corax's hand rested on Colvin's head. Compared to Colvin's skull, his mortal hand looked so fragile and small. With his hair in the way, even the warmth of that hand could not be clearly felt.
Corax gently ruffled his hair twice, then said, "Be good. Don't make me worry about you."
Corax's words were vague, but Space Marines had never lacked the ability to read deeply into things. To Colvin and the other Raven Guards, those words were practically more worthy of study than Roboute Guilliman's newly revised Codex Astartes 2.0.
Colvin's pale face flushed red with excitement, his mind filled only with the joyous thought of My father is stroking my head. The Raven Guards watching were also filled with longing, wishing that their father's hand could rest upon their own heads as well.
"My lord..." Colvin's voice trembled, as though he might burst into tears the next second.
Corax smiled at Colvin. "Take them hunting. Let me see what you are capable of. Do not disappoint me."
"Yes, my lord!" Colvin shuddered all over, as energized as if he had been injected with stimulants. No one could have guessed that he had once been a Raven Guard who treated antidepressants like daily meals.
Tzeentch frowned as he watched for a long while before finally saying, "All right, this is getting a little too weird."
"What's wrong? Don't you love watching this kind of thing?"
"I like confusion and suffering, not this... gay nonsense." Tzeentch defended his preferences, then glanced toward the Imperium of Man and silently complained that humanity had grown far too close to Slaanesh.