The fault was with the company I kept, [ he tsks, as if the topic were of some amusing boyhood folly, no different than a child believing infants are grown in a cabbage patch. His tone shows no offense for Eridanus' unspoken suggest, but still, the impulse to deflect any suggestion of folly from Fulgrim is automatic. ] If Eidolon always reached too far, Saul knew exactly how little he was capable of. At least, he did, before he decided he would rather die in fruitless defiance for a glory that wasn't his own.
[ Lucius' nose wrinkles, distaste for that eleventh hour change apparent. ]
I suppose the primarch must have believed affection for my closest brother would leave me conflicted. It didn't. [ He shrugs, as if the matter really were as simple as that. Then, again, his mouth splits in an over-wide grin, and for a moment, it seems as though he has that manticore's Cheshire mouth again. ]
Don't misunderstand, Eridanus. [ One of his claws comes up; it teases against the tip of Eridanus' patrician nose, as if he really were a child set upon his knee. ] You speak of disloyalty, but what I did was an act of anything but. After all, what would a man of true loyalty desire but to return to the side of his beloved father?
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[ Lucius' nose wrinkles, distaste for that eleventh hour change apparent. ]
I suppose the primarch must have believed affection for my closest brother would leave me conflicted. It didn't. [ He shrugs, as if the matter really were as simple as that. Then, again, his mouth splits in an over-wide grin, and for a moment, it seems as though he has that manticore's Cheshire mouth again. ]
Don't misunderstand, Eridanus. [ One of his claws comes up; it teases against the tip of Eridanus' patrician nose, as if he really were a child set upon his knee. ] You speak of disloyalty, but what I did was an act of anything but. After all, what would a man of true loyalty desire but to return to the side of his beloved father?