Escorted by the Ork guards under Vulkan's command, Apostle Magnus's lightship sped unhindered through the Webway.
Along the way, the cloned primarchs witnessed with their own eyes the many changes taking place within the Webway.
Though their haste prevented them from disembarking to speak directly with the Imperial forces driving out Warp daemons and restoring stability to the Webway, even this was enough to comfort them and strengthen their belief that the Empire's future would surely be brighter.
Apostle Magnus even had the cloned primarchs stop for several hours at Commorragh, humanity's most important enclave, so that Dorn and Perturabo, stationed there, could meet their clones.
Contrary to what the cloned primarchs had expected, every original they had encountered so far had displayed a rather amicable attitude, showing no hostility toward these clones produced through blasphemous technology.
The cloned primarchs could all see that when the originals Rogal Dorn and Perturabo met their clones, there was even a faint trace of awkwardness on their faces.
But that awkwardness quickly vanished through conversation.
The primarchs' superhuman minds could glean vast amounts of information from speech and microexpressions. Dorn and Perturabo soon confirmed that, in a sense, the clones before them truly were "themselves" from some point in the past, rather than mere empty imitations.
"This is not your fault. It was that arrogant, blasphemous fool Fabius who brought you into this world."
"You are fortunate. By the time you were born, the Empire and humanity had already weathered their darkest years and entered an entirely new age."
"You need not burden yourselves. You may choose the lives you want, so long as you are not foolish enough to make enemies of humanity."
The original Dorn, rarely so talkative, forced out these many words and offered this sincere advice to the clone