Before this, Lox had never known that Guilliman possessed such a room.
He had reserved a place for every one of his brothers, even for the two brothers who could not be mentioned, and for those brothers who had already betrayed them.
This was Roboute's secret refuge, and only he knew of its existence.
It was not just Lion. When Lox saw those neatly arranged seats, he too deeply felt the humanity within Guilliman's character. He was not merely that wise and mighty primarch, but a living person with brotherly affection.
Even among mortals, there were many cases of brothers turning against one another and blood relatives slaughtering each other. Guilliman had done better than most of them.
"You believed that one day, all of us, including Father, could sit as equals at this table and discuss the affairs of the Imperium together. You built this room for that day." Lion sighed. That was now almost impossible.
"Yes, I believed it." There was not the slightest wavering in the primarch's words. He still believed.
The Lion pointed in turn at the seats belonging to Horus, Magnus, Perturabo, and the other brothers who had betrayed them. He was asking Guilliman what he thought of those traitors.
"They were unforgivable, but their places would not be erased, just as their presence could not be erased from the Imperium. Even shame and pain must be remembered."
"We would preserve every trace. Let later generations judge right and wrong, merit and fault. The loyalists' noble deeds would be remembered, while the traitors' baseness would be nailed to the pillar of shame for all to see."
Guilliman suddenly sighed. "Now that you and I have reunited, I wonder when we will see our other brothers again."
It was entirely an instinctive sigh, yet as the