Chapter 129 Blood in the Snow
There is no snow here, and the sound of the wind is like a blade cutting glass, scratching on the surface of the vast ice field.
Morse spread his fingers and let the wind blow through them. His robe was blown up, with the windward side sticking to his legs, while the other side swelled into a dark void, and the sound of the black cloth merged with the sound of the wind.
"Are you cold, Perturabo?" he asked.
"I am the Primarch," Perturabo answered, the annoyance in his voice muted by the wind, blending into the natural chorus of heaven and earth.
"Want a chair, or just stand like this?"
"Stand."
"Then I'll stand for a while, too," Morse said. "You have to know that Inwit reminds me of the Himalayas. Do you know this mountain?"
"The location of the Royal Palace of Terra, I know about it."
"Of course ." Morse whispered, his voice penetrating the wind like a very tough thread. "You want to leave your mark in the construction of the Terra Palace. So, do you know why they call it Himalaya?"
"I don't know." He responded quickly.
"Well, in ancient Terra, there is a language where this pronunciation means the hometown of snow." Morse drew a string of words like decorative patterns in the air. "But there, in the mountains above 5,000 meters, sometimes you will find that the snow bleeds with a blood-red color."
In the snow under their feet, winding traces of blood gradually flowed out. Even though he knew that this was caused by Morse's magic, it still gave Perturabo the illusion that blood was oozing out of the Inwit land.
"What is this?" Perturabo moved away, "Why is this happening?"
"Niseella Chlamydomonas, stream Chlorococcus, snow fiber algae... minus four Ten degrees is just the suitable temperature for these algae with blood-colored pigments. But do you want to guess what your father said when he first encountered the red snow in the Himalayas 30,000 years ago?”
"What did the Emperor say?"
"No, not the Emperor. At that time, he was thinking silently every day that he would never be an emperor from now on, and he also led others to say that mankind does not need an emperor. Guess what the former mortal Neos said."
Perturabo's brain, which can calculate hundreds of millions of data in an instant, gave the answer after one second: "It's hard to guess."< br>
"Snow and ice can be sad, he said." Morse shook his head. "Nios was a third-rate poet at that time."
"Who are you implying?" Perturabo lowered his lips, "Excusing Rogal Dorn? Why have you become tolerant? ?”
"What did I say about him? No, I mean, the four men in the tent just now were sad. You, the Emperor, Rogal Dorn, and me."
Perturabo let the wind blow across his closed lips in silence. A trembling warmth ran through his heart.
"You became sad, not just because of me, but also because Rogal Dorn quickly turned you off after attracting your liking. You realize the man who is about to become your friend It's touching your bottom line. You bear the loss first. Do you feel cold? "
"... A little bit."
Perturabo flinched unconsciously for a moment, the same hand that wounded his brother.
In any case, the pleasant spring temperature of Olympia was poured into Morse's armor, and his face was no longer stiff from the cold.
"The Emperor stopped talking about him. He is always sad. I think he is tired." Morse said, "As for Dorne, in a sense, he is a little too nervous."
"What?" Perturabo's voice sank.
“After his grandfather passed away, what followed was twenty years of living alone in the ice and snow. Suddenly one day, a brother of the same kind as him, a brother with similar interests and nature, Came to the door without warning."
Morse said, the microcosm of time flew before his eyes, and he relived what happened after Rogal Dorn met Perturabo. Every minute and second.
"Rogal Dorn really wants to express himself in front of you, although he is not aware of his mentality. Re-read your memory, you will find that everything is traceable."
Perturabo Lower your eyes. He didn't want to forgive Rogal Dorn now, so he didn't want to remember.
"What about you?" asked the Iron Lord. "Why are you sad?"
"It's been a long time since I called you child, Perturabo," said Morse.
“Six years.”
"Okay, six years." Morse folded his arms in front of his chest and tapped his left arm with his right index finger.
"Six years ago I officially considered you an adult. You have become mature, tall, and in your own right. You are the Lord of the Emperor's legions, the uncrowned king of Olympia and even the countless worlds you have conquered. You can Handle everything in your life - at least most of it. "
"To some extent, I think you have surpassed me, because I still have some understanding of my character. Not a normal person."
"I'm not above you," said Perturabo. "Then let's be equals, okay?" Mors turned to look at Perturabo. The Primarch more than ten years ago was only as high as his waist.
"All in all, I thought I had finally forged an outstanding work, a unique and unreplicable treasure. I was happy, satisfied, and felt that I had no other needs except to complete the remaining work for the Emperor. But , until today, I finally realized that I had made the mistake of being self-righteous again."
Perturabo's hands curled up in the iron armor. "What's the mistake?" he asked.
“I thought I could fix everything, kid,” Morse said.
"Although I have not raised any descendants, I know that the way I treat you is not a normal parenting method. I once didn't like you and didn't love you. I thought you were a piece of material, a raw material, Let you grow the way I want. I make you doubt yourself, worry about gains and losses, and put your emotions on me. As Donne said, early in your life, you were under my control. "
"But it did make me better, didn't it." Perturabo's voice broke in the wind, "One of the last things I want to do now is to admit that I was ten years ago. I am also me.”
"You have become much better," Morse said, "I have become much better."
"One day I noticed the change in myself, maybe when I woke up one day, I saw Olive The green shadows of the trees swayed outside our double-glazed windows, and then I thought of you. You no longer looked like a piece of raw material, you became something more alive, young, fresh, and powerful. "Have a look, a personality, a pair of impressive eyes, and eyebrows that are never happy."
"Then I found that I expected you to make some gadgets or write some grumbling nonsense when I did it. I want to know how you will appear in front of me today, complain to me about the people you meet, or brag about what good things you have done, so that I can make fun of you and praise you sometimes. Look at how nervous or happy you are.”
“I found that I fell into a trap. This trap was set by you unintentionally. You dragged me from the hermitage under the cliff to the world on the mountain. You make me like you." Morse paused. "Love you."
Perturabo blinked.
"So, there are some early issues that remain." Morse took a breath and exhaled, the cold air rolled over his tongue, "about manipulation."
"Leave Dorn alone Said——"
"Oh, you really think he can influence me?" Morse said.
Perturabo's jaw dropped slightly.
“I thought manipulation wouldn’t be a problem because I stopped having conscious control. I gave up on trying to hit you, except for a few jokes that I knew would have absolutely no impact—a sarcastic comment would kill me if I didn’t say it . I feel like I can fix my mistakes by being honest with you. ”
"Perturabo, you look a lot better. You've found your confidence and your way of being in this world. But it turns out that breaking down other people's defenses is one thing, but healing is completely different. I'll be there later. "It's terrible."
"You did a good job," Petula couldn't help saying, "No one can do it better than you."
"Look. Morse smiled and shook his head, "To this day, you still put me in an excessively high position. I have no intention of controlling you at all, but I have no intention of doing so, but my words and deeds still affect your every move." Effect. No matter what good or bad words I say, you will always respond with my will first. Your struggle and hesitation never stop. In a corner of your heart, you still feel that I have put my will first. "Tell me, child, am I arrogant in this judgment?"
He could not answer yes or no. thought Pertura.
Then he said, "You care about me, so I care about you."
"That's the worst part. Love's glorification of mistakes hides problems, but it doesn't legitimize mistakes." Moore Si sighed, "I have so much to say that I almost don't know where to start. You are getting restless again, don't be like this, you know I am not alienating you."
"If you You won't use me," Perturabo said. It was hard for him to imagine that he would say such words one day, but after letting them come out of his heart through words, he felt a sad lightness: "Then this is What does it matter?"
"I won't," Morse said, "But what if something happens, like we are separated? I can't let you give me the living part and take it away. A dead part."
"Will this happen?" asked Perturabo.
"I don't know," Morse said, "but the wind kept blowing, cold, hurtful, leaving no room for tenderness."
Perturabo could not say a word. Under his feet, bright red blood flowed in the ice and snow.
"But," Morse smiled, "still, I have something to thank you for. You can't imagine how happy I am with the maintenance you gave me. I found some people here. The most real thing between. I love this part, kid."
A golden light briefly enveloped him. For the first time, Mors enlarged his body and turned into a giant with the same height as the original body, hugging Perturabo through the armor.
"There's only one thing you don't have to worry about," Morse said, "I'm not taking my feelings back."
Perturabo realized that he had shed tears at some point. The tears condensed into ice in the wind, and were wiped from his face by golden runes. This stings a bit.
"You know me well," Perturabo whispered.
"I just know enough about the situation." Morse let go of Perturabo, but still wrapped his arms around the primarch's arms.
"I know how you feel. I have found no solution, Perturabo, here you go."
(End of Chapter)