If anyone else had witnessed this scene, even someone as calm as Rogal Dorn, they would probably have been enraged by Curze's outrageous words.
Night Haunter did not merely want to judge himself; he wanted to judge the Emperor.
He did not deny his own crimes, but he insisted that the Emperor's crimes were the true source of everything.
A traitor Primarch wanting to judge the Emperor—how ridiculous.
Lox understood that Curze's nature might not have been bad. In fact, Curze, fresh from his gestation pod, could even have been considered innately good.
But he had landed on Nostramo, that fallen world forever shrouded in darkness and steeped in sin.
Like a blank sheet of paper first exposed to endless filth, compounded by the later torment of those visions, he had been led down a crooked path.
He knew how to reflect on himself, yet he also indulged in illusions, forming a twisted, contradictory obsession with himself.
Reality pained him. Fear had indeed cleansed Nostramo when he had ruled it, but after he left, evil returned in a form even more terrifying than before.
He had killed many on Nostramo, maintaining the rule of terror as Night Haunter. Yet after all his efforts, he had failed to kill everyone who needed killing. Once he departed, Nostramo's aristocratic scum returned to power, and all his efforts came to nothing.
"Father, Lord of Humanity, you needed me to become a heartless, merciless punisher, so why did you give me a heart? What exactly did you want me to do?"
"If you had not given me a heart, I would not have suffered so greatly because of my nature. I would not have been tormented by those damned visions. You were the one who set me upon this path, who made me the