191: Another "Me"

"I think they can continue now."

The Emperor sat calmly in his armchair, a teacup in hand as wisps of steam rose from it. Across from him sat Dorn, his jaw clenched tight, while Hades stood beside the two fallen primarchs with a speechless expression.

The room was quiet, save for Roboute Guilliman's distinctly unsteady breathing.

"It's only been ten minutes."

Hades said it. Neos still had a shred of conscience; seeing that Roboute Guilliman was genuinely struggling to hold on, he spoke up to stop Dorn from continuing.

"But I think they need to know the truth."

Though Dorn possessed the memories of two fate lines, the good news was that both versions of Dorn had chosen loyalty to the Emperor. The primarch, silent as stone, did not try to argue with Neos and decisively chose to remain quiet.

Not arguing with Neos was an exceedingly rare sight among the primarchs.

Wait.

Guilliman raised a hand heavily, his gaze drifting as it settled on Angron and Mortarion, neither of whom was sleeping peacefully.

"I do not merely wish to refute you, my brother."

Guilliman drew another deep breath and finally managed to look at Dorn. Yet Dorn's gaze felt somewhat unfamiliar to Guilliman.

"What I mean is, this is a story told from your perspective."

"In other words, there may be some discrepancy between it and the truth of what happened."

Guilliman watched Dorn's brow remain utterly still as he looked at Guilliman with grave seriousness.

"That is indeed possible. Human subjectivity cannot objectively describe the truth. Therefore, I am only responsible for recounting events as objectively as possible, while the power of judgment is left to you."

The unease Guilliman had felt because of Dorn's unfamiliarity gradually faded.

This was still the Dorn he knew.

Thus, Guilliman silently