Thousand Sons

"Are you nervous?"

Hades tapped the fingers resting on the table. "Little Magnus, I heard from Old Magnus that the current Grey Knights are the continuation of your bloodline."

He looked to the side. The faint light on the Magnus Stone flickered, and the crimson figure of the primarch appeared, chest held high. Yet judging by his drooping hair, the primarch seemed somewhat dejected.

As expected, Magnus said dispiritedly that they had... taken a lot of her blood back then.

"..."

Hades looked at Magnus sympathetically. Though he had not witnessed the Emperor and Malcador's atrocities at the time, an experience capable of making a primarch shudder in retrospect could not have been pleasant.

"I heard there are old Thousand Sons veterans among the Grey Knights."

Hades continued, "...You aren't looking forward to it?"

Magnus's phantom flickered.

To be precise, the primarch said, "I" was not looking forward to it—"I" was only a part of Magnus. "I" did not wish to see them. Perhaps some other "Magnus" wanted to see them, but not "I."

At the very least, "I" was only a tiny part of her, not enough to...

Magnus paused.

Besides, they might not want to see "me," Magnus said. I heard about how the Grey Knights exiled... that "me." That brat of yours who was smarter than you told me the story—Emperor above, they hate the Warp! They hate all Psykers—being Psykers themselves, they hate other Psykers! This is simply—

A sin even Greenskins would not commit.

Magnus's face had gone pale.

Hades blinked. "Then I'll have the Grey Knights go back first—"

"No!"

Magnus suddenly shouted, "No! Let me see them! You wicked null Ogr—"

The primarch angrily turned toward Hades, crimson hair flaring in fury, only to see the Underking innocently spread his hands.

"Then I