"My brother, are you still going to keep hiding it?" Sanguinius said to Roboute Guilliman over the comms channel. "Hurry up and unleash your true nature, or there won't be any battles left for you to fight~"
"I have no Warp nature. It's that simple."
"Fine, fine. I really don't know what you're so hung up on." Sanguinius shook his head and turned his gaze toward the Blood Angels.
"Father, aren't you going to unleash your Warp nature?" Dante asked.
Sanguinius shook his head, indicating that he could not imagine ever falling into despair.
"Wasn't the Horus Heresy despairing for you? If that battle had never happened, we might have become better."
"No. I only felt anger and disappointment toward Horus."
"Then wasn't it despairing when The Emperor was gravely wounded and ascended the Golden Throne, leaving humanity's future utterly bleak?"
"Haha..." Sanguinius smiled softly with pursed lips and even stroked Dante's head. "My child, I died before my father did. If anyone was going to despair, it was him."
Dante realized his mistake, lowered his head in shame, and chose to remain silent.
Sanguinius did not mind Dante's slip. He swept his gaze across the battlefield, watching The Emperor and the Primarchs push ever deeper through the tide of enemies, then sighed. "As long as we are alive, hope remains—just as it did when I first met all of you. Do you know anything about the Chapter's past?"
"Um... we were a pack of savage flesh-eaters. Only after meeting you did we understand the value of courage and honor."
"That is why there is nothing to despair over. Only being unable to fight is truly despairing. Besides, without a Warp nature, does that mean we cannot fight?"
Sanguinius smiled confidently, and Dante immediately recalled how, in an earlier battle,