In the repaired room, Guilliman and Lox finalized the training charter for the Ultramarines Librarius amid light conversation.
The XIII Legion would learn from the Space Wolves and White Scars, forging a relatively safe path for psychic development.
The Librarius had grown explosively in just a few years. While this would improve the Ultramarines' ability to deal with the Warp, it would also increase the frequency of Warp disasters caused by Librarians losing control.
Not everything in this room, where assassination and bloodshed had once taken place, was exactly as it had been before.
Guilliman rose from his chair and took a couple of steps toward the corner, where a flawlessly restored stand had been placed.
The primarch's fingertips brushed across the stand's surface. His sensitive skin could detect the exceedingly faint, almost invisible cracks.
"My father's cogitator used to sit here. Unfortunately, it was completely destroyed in that assassination attempt."
A faint sorrow lingered around the lord of the Five Hundred Worlds. Had Lox not spent considerable time with him, he might not have discerned anything from those matter-of-fact words.
Even when Guilliman saw Konor's bust on the wall, torn apart by bolt rounds until only half remained, he had not shown such emotional turmoil.
"I'll give you a new cogitator. It'll perform better, but look exactly like the old one," Lox said.
"So you'll have something to remember your father by."
Guilliman looked seriously toward Lox. His brow relaxed, and there was none of that nearly standard smile he wore when receiving Legion representatives.
His lips moved before he said, "Thank you. It means a great deal to me."
Many people only saw Lady Yottan's role in educating and raising Guilliman, yet King Konor, who had been assassinated before Guilliman returned to the Imperium, was the one who