Give Them Even More

This silence lasted for about half a minute.

Faced with a difficult question, he had gone quiet again.

Then the Emperor's psychic voice drifted down. Every word seemed compressed tens of thousands of times over, so heavy that it would not bounce even if it struck the ground.

He said: [Yes.]

After dropping the conclusion right onto Lin En's face, he added: [But not in the way he thinks.]

[Only we possess the capability. As leaders of the Imperium, who can remain uninvolved?]

[I, too, am a tool for humanity's survival.]

"..." Lin En nodded. "I understand."

To Yellow Pelt, "tool" was not a derogatory term.

His thinking was probably closer to capability being proportional to responsibility. There was no better way to describe it; it was likely what people meant by "the capable should do more."

They had always viewed the conflict between him and the Primarchs through the lens of an ordinary human father-son relationship. Now, let them remove that filter and look at the original footage.

The original footage was this: he was the chief engineer of the project to revive humanity, and the Imperium of Man was the machine that kept that project running.

The Primarchs were his twenty sturdiest components, while he himself was the central main bearing, the one that endured the greatest pressure.

Putting high-strength components in high-intensity positions—this was the operational logic he considered most correct.

And he was not wrong.

Humanity had no grounds to criticize a man who had exhausted himself for humanity's revival for asking his sons to do the same for humanity.

What Old Thirteen hated was not the responsibility of revitalizing humanity, but Yellow Pelt's attitude.

The sons believed that a father's love was important. It might sound a little awkward coming from a group of four-meter-tall