"Are you nervous?"
Hades tapped his fingers on the table. "Little Pony, I heard from Old Pony that the current Grey Knights are the continuation of your bloodline."
He looked to his side. The faint light on the Magnus Stone flickered and the red figure of the Primarch appeared. His chest was straight, but judging from his flowing hair, the Primarch seemed a little depressed.
Magnus said dejectedly,
"… "
Hades looked at Magnus with sympathy. Although he did not witness the atrocities committed by the Emperor and Malcador at that time, an experience that could make the Primarch feel scared would probably not be a very pleasant one.
"I heard that there are old warriors from the Thousand Sons among the Grey Knights."
Hades continued, "…you're not looking forward to it?"
Magnus' shadow flashed.
[To be specific and precise,] the Primarch said, [I am not expecting them - I am only a part of Magnus, I am not expecting them, there may be other Magnus who are expecting them, but not I,]
[At least "I" is only a very small part of him, not enough... ]
Magnus paused.