As they walked and argued, Titus cleverly lagged behind and mingled with his brothers of the Victors.
As sons of Guilliman, they had no desire to involve themselves in the conflict between their father and his adoptive mother.
Lox, meanwhile, could only helplessly remain caught between the two of them. Though he was merely a projection, he still felt the terrifying discomfort of sitting on pins and needles.
As the pair attempted to persuade each other with their own arguments, they also kept pulling Lox in, demanding that he choose a side to support.
Whichever side he helped, the other would show their displeasure.
Watching someone else's family drama was quite entertaining, but once one became involved, it was nowhere near as enjoyable as imagined.
Guilliman and Lady Euten were both peerless debaters. Every word and every argument they made possessed perfectly self-consistent logic. They spun Lox around until his head swam and his ears rang.
It was not until the arrival of Valentius Dolor, one of the Four Champions, that he was rescued.
Dolor was one of the Four Champions, a figure second only to the primarchs, with a status even more exalted than a Chapter Master. Lox knew that this Champion's domain was Ocruda, an immensely important key world.
Champion Dolor's armor differed somewhat from that of the others. The colors of his battle plate were the complete reverse of his fellow warriors', with the blue and white swapped, giving it a refreshing appearance.
"Valentius, I'm sure you have something important to discuss with me. Come to my office. Let's have a proper talk." Guilliman warmly grasped his son's hands and pulled him into his office.
Lox watched Guilliman flee as though escaping, then helplessly spread his hands at Lady Euten.
"Dolor is a good boy. He must