"I remember when you left Macragge, there wasn't a single white hair on your head. How had you become like this after merely a hundred years?"
"You are a primarch, an extraordinary being created by the Emperor. You should not be like this."
"I watched with my own eyes as you grew from an infant into an adult in just a few years, then remained forever fixed in your prime. I... I had even thought you would not grow old like I did."
Lady Yvonn's tone remained as gentle as ever, yet it carried a trace of confusion, like an invisible blade tearing apart all of Guilliman's defenses.
"I... Madam, I'm fine. At least, not too bad."
Guilliman's lips moved, but in the end, all he could say was that he was fine.
"You're fine... very well, I believe you."
The primarch's adoptive mother spoke helplessly, though the meaning in her eyes was especially profound.
"You have suffered enough. Now that you've returned, stay."
"Macragge and Ultramar are more prosperous than ever. The people here need you more. This is where you belong."
Lady Yvonn's implication was subtle. She never wanted her son to leave Macragge again.
Perhaps little remained of her life. If Guilliman left again, this might become their final meeting.
Guilliman and Yvonn shared an affectionate embrace. The primarch moved with such gentleness and care, as though afraid of hurting his adoptive mother in the slightest.
Guilliman then carefully set Yvonn back on the ground, and Lox emerged from behind him.
"It has been a long time, Madam. Your grace remains undiminished," Lox praised sincerely.
"I think I understand more and more why Guilliman is so exceptional. Much of it is thanks to you."
Lady Yvonn possessed a uniquely warm presence, as mild and comforting as winter