"It left. Its next emergence point is a star system adjacent to Macragge. We can wait for it there," Lox said, while Guilliman still stood where he was, staring at the region of space where the Maiden had vanished.
The lord of the Five Hundred Worlds smiled like a child who had received a new toy. His smile possessed an extraordinary charm, and the Victorious Army soldiers standing nearby could not help but feel their hearts surge at the sight of their gene-father's smile.
As Guilliman's grin grew ever more uninhibited, Lox seemed to see an Ultramarines hamster wearing a laurel crown and grinning foolishly to itself.
Guilliman seemed to be forever occupied with work. He could work for more than twenty-three hours a day, then merely close his eyes for a few minutes as rest.
It was no different from the tireless little rodents called hamsters in Lox's memories, endlessly running inside their wheels.
There was no psychic influence or illusion emanating from Guilliman. Lox had to admit that the Primarchs created by that arrogant madman called the Emperor truly possessed extraordinary personal charisma.
In Guilliman, he saw a vigorous optimism and an idealism of almost crystalline purity.
He had never met the other Primarchs, but if his brothers were all like Guilliman, then it was no wonder those Astartes warriors held an almost fanatical spiritual attachment to their gene-fathers.
It was not merely the bond of blood and genes, but a resonance of souls. They submitted to the Primarchs' charisma and willingly did anything for their orders and dreams.
Even Lox could not help but marvel that in such a rotten world, someone as pure an idealist as Guilliman still existed.
That was why he was willing to use precious human relics to grant some of Guilliman's not-unreasonable