“Was this what the Emperor had felt, when he saw what Horus and Fulgrim had become? He wanted to hold her, to clasp her to him, until she was again what she had once been. Proof of his sanity, in an insane universe. ‘Do you remember when I taught you the proper way to hold a scalpel, my child? When I showed you how to flense tissue from bone?’ She stared at the child in the nutrient-tank. ‘No,’ she said, and her voice was small. So small.” FatherhoodWarhammer 40kFabius Bile Author:Josh Reynolds, Prodigal