At the mention of Red's rough communication skills, the two Primarchs grew even more interested.
The Schola Progenium's education was comprehensive. Every student who survived to graduate was a versatile talent. Even a civilian graduate destined to work in the Administratum could match a guardsman in hand-to-hand combat.
It was an enormous military academy. Combat was its essence; instruction in administration, philosophy, science, and religion was merely a small extra alongside combat training.
The two Primarchs could not imagine how someone with communication problems could pass the academy's graduation tests. The Imperium of Man stood firm in the dark universe through ruthless unity. A lone wanderer who did not understand how to unite and inspire others would find it difficult to survive for long.
Not to mention Red's wavering. She had infiltrated Rhodes Island's landship with a terrifying purpose, and during her early interactions, Red often treated the other operators with the mindset of a hunter preparing to kill...
And then? Then she had been moved by the Doctor's kindness and, amid the Daemonette-like charm that worked on every race and Rhodes Island's relaxed atmosphere, broke free from her grandmother's control.
Though she still had some minor habits she had yet to change—such as her extreme obsession with other Lupo people's tails, and her tendency to cut apart anything that came within five centimeters of her when facing strangers—she was vastly better than before, when she had been cold and strange.
But this story, which pleased both the Doctor and Kal'tsit, only made the Primarchs frown. They were not considering matters from Rhodes Island's perspective. They merely mocked her grandmother's abysmal leadership in private. How could she let an assassin she had sent be turned by the enemy so easily?
In their world, before the sun rose the next day,