Just as Fulgrim cherished Ferrus, Ferrus cherished Fulgrim in the same way. After commenting on all his brothers and delivering countless outrageous takes, Ferrus's assessment of Fulgrim could only be called a double standard.
At least, that was how it looked from the Emperor's perspective.
Ah! Fulgrim, how wonderful you are! A perfect seeker of the path! Like me, you possess incomparable talent and unyielding perseverance! We competed with and aided one another! How could Perturabo possibly understand the friendship between us?
Once those beautiful memories had passed, what remained drove Ferrus mad.
That was what it meant to love deeply and hate fiercely. Fulgrim had once been able to calm Ferrus's rage, but when he betrayed them, all the anger Ferrus had suppressed because of Fulgrim came roaring forth in full.
Fulgrim's betrayal provoked a terrifying fury. Every time the Emperor looked at it, he felt that his strike back then had been perfectly timed. Had he been even a little slower, Ferrus could easily have been talked into following Khorne.
Looking at Ferrus's puzzled expression, the Emperor ultimately did not dare say Fulgrim's name aloud. He felt it would be better to let Lin Fan worry about that problem.
A rift opened, and Ferrus vanished.
The Emperor withdrew his will and heard the God-Emperor's complaining voice.
"Can you go talk to Slaanesh and ask her to face Nurgle when she throws up?"
"Fine. I'll go talk to her."
The Eagle of Chogoris had always been carefree, always unrestrained.
Both his Primarch brothers and the descendants of the White Scars saw Jaghatai that way. That was because they did not know Jaghatai well enough—or rather, they had never had the chance to understand the man who once galloped across the plains of Chogoris.
Deep sorrow flowed from Jaghatai's