Karras left cursing under his breath. Before departing, he spat at Typhus again and threw in an insult at Hades for good measure.
He declared that since there was no one capable of fighting him, they should stop disturbing his sleep. He was going back to catch up on it.
Yet in the wake of his receding figure, the deck was steeped in desolation. The four stared at one another, and no one spoke.
Mortarion could have followed Karras's attack and finished off the enemy, but unfortunately, Karras had not turned off friendly fire. Mortarion was therefore in no particularly good mood either.
They could only silently watch the other side, and in that silence, they unexpectedly reached an understanding. The Fourth Knight's engines still roared across the deck, while the commanders returned to their respective quarters.
You...
Behind Karras, mist churned and rose as a towering humanoid figure appeared. Mortarion silently straightened up.
I did not expect you to be so angry.
Karras rolled his eyes. After returning, the veteran did not choose to "catch up on sleep," but instead ran to his quarters and began rummaging through boxes and cabinets. War was about to begin. His lantern-wrapped scythe rested beside him as Karras dug something out from among the papers on his desk.
Then, without even looking, he flung it backward at Mortarion.
The paper drifted lightly through the air. The primarch hurriedly reached out and caught it. It was a photograph, a very old one. It showed Hades before his transformation, back on Barbarus. It appeared to have been taken secretly. The still-young boy was squatting on a field ridge, staring blankly into space, his hair sticking up, looking like a foolish little child.
?
Mortarion was utterly shocked. Cameras on Barbarus had been exceedingly rare,