Father and Son

"He finally finished his rambling preface."

Preface?

Curze was a little taken aback when he heard the Night Haunter say that.

"You don't think thirty years is enough for him to write a few hundred words of reflection, do you? You're too young."

Next, Curze witnessed what the ultimate father complex truly meant.

"I remember it was my first year back, and he gave me a name, Horus Lupercal."

"Before this, I... I was a nameless man, Naghui. It was he, my father, who gave me my name and taught me everything."

Horus is told starting from the first year!

He finally finished speaking in the next five hours, rushing to finish.

Curze could tell that Horus was very satisfied and pleased.

And that is indeed the case.

"You respect him greatly, but you are also afraid, Horus."

Fear?

Horus was taken aback.

"You were once nameless; the Emperor gave you everything you have now."

"Honor, status, power, the adoration of Mortals, a distinguished Legion, and the name Horus Lupercal."

You initially thought he only had one son, but later you discovered he had more than one son, and each of them was just like you, one of the most powerful and outstanding people in the world.

"So you're scared. You're scared that you're no longer his best Scions. You're scared that you'll lose everything."

"What you fear most is losing your name, Horus Lupercal. You fear becoming that nameless man again."

"Because you feel that everything you have is built upon this name, my brother, you are cursed."

Names are actually a very strange thing.

It is a blessing, carrying beautiful visions and expectations.

But similarly, a name is also a curse and shackle that exists at all times.

A name is always the shortest spell in the world.

Horus is trapped in his name.

"No, brother, I just..."

"Don't deny it, Horus, I understand your respect and love for the Emperor, for I also have my own father, and I know that feeling."

"But we are different. Your father and my father are not the same."

"The Emperor is also your father, my brother. I know you can't accept it right now, but it's a fact." Horus looked at Curze with a serious expression.

"Heh heh heh, Horus, my father also raised me and taught me; he saved my destiny."

"In my heart, he is the only father. As for the Emperor, I admire his greatness and resilience, but that is only in a rational sense."

As for the emotional aspects, let's not talk about them.

"My father was just a father, and then came a whole host of titles bestowed upon him by the world. But was your father really just a father?"

"I ask you, which of these three identities—father, Emperor, and Master of Mankind —does come first in your heart?"

"Of course, it's Father!"

"And what about in the Emperor's heart?"

Horus remained silent, while Guilliman sighed inwardly.

He had both parents since childhood, so he might not have noticed Horus's problem at first, but now that Curze has brought it to the forefront, he can see it at a glance.

As Curze said, he faced the same situation as Curze.

Parents are parents first and foremost, and then everything else.

Therefore, it is important for parents to raise their children to adulthood.

But the Emperor is different. He is first and foremost Emperor, an instrument for the revival of humanity, and only secondly a father.

This is tragic for their Scions.

Because their first opponent is the Master of Mankind, then the Emperor, and only lastly their father.

In this way, a rift will inevitably exist between father and son; it's only a matter of time.

The Great Angel, however, was looking intently at Curze.

Picture.

They look so alike.

His brother was not at all like Emperor.

He was more like his Uncle, Han Mingxuan.

Especially his demeanor and expression when he's counseling Horus, and even the aura he exudes.

They were exactly the same as their Uncle.

The relationship between father and son is nothing more than this.

Horus remained silent for a long time, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say.

Curze explained it very clearly, and he understood it perfectly well.

This is true.

The Emperor was his father, but he was first and foremost the Emperor.

Horus even thought more than once that if one day he had to be abandoned, the Emperor would definitely abandon him, even if he was willing to be abandoned.

But this was too cruel for Horus.

"Horus, my brother, do you want to know what my father thinks of you?" Curze looked at him and smiled.

What was his Uncle's opinion of him?

Normally, Horus wouldn't care; his only concern was his father.

But things are different now.

Back when I was at my Uncle's house, my Uncle said that he was my father's most outstanding Scions, and my father did not object.

This shows that the Uncle understands the father well, and the father agrees with what the Uncle said.

What did Uncle say?

"My Dad said that among all the Primarch, there aren't many people he can't educate or guide, and you're one of them."

"Anything else?" Horus asked.

"The Great Angel and Dorn don't need them."

In fact, very few people do not need education and guidance, because there are simply too many extraordinary individuals within the Emperor family.

"Please thank your Uncle for his approval," Sanguinius said.

Curze nodded and continued the conversation about Horus.

"Dad said you're definitely an excellent person, and only secondarily an excellent son. Aside from being a bit of Great Astartes Supremacy, you're flawless."

"Everyone loves the Great Angel, and everyone respects the Wolf of Fenris, but you've trapped yourself in the same place."

"You have brothers, an Imperium, an Emperor, and Scions in your eyes, but deep in your heart, there is only that child the Emperor brought back from the Gang."

Horus fell silent; he remained silent for a long time.

"Have a drink, it'll make you feel better." Curze handed him the wine jar.

Horus silently took the wine jar and began to gulp it down.

He wanted to get completely drunk, and in fact, he did get drunk.

It seems that to his Uncle, he's just a regular Mortals who gets drunk easily.

But this is just right for him now.

Curze pricked his finger and dripped a drop of blood into the water.

Following his instruction, Guilliman and Sanguinius did as he suggested.

Curze took out a glass and filled it with water.

"Look around you, Horus."

Horus put down the wine jar, looked at Curze, and then at his brother.

For the first time after becoming the Primarch, he experienced an emotion called confusion.

"We are brothers, brothers bound by blood."

"You don't just have the Emperor as your father, you also have us."

"We are your brothers, not because you are the Nameless One or the Wolf of Fenris, but because you share the same genes and the same blood."

"We can entrust our backs to each other, with our lives and our souls."

Looking at his brothers, Horus's inexplicable sense of crisis began to fade, like snow melting away, like a silent spring breeze.