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>>You relly don't know anything about the setting do you, and are just parroting memes you've seen on the internet. He doesn't care about his "sons".
>You realise you have always been afraid of what you thought He was, not what He actually is. You hope His silence indicates that He has reached a similar conclusion. It is time for Him to be afraid of you.
> Perhaps He’s choosing his words carefully–
>+You have killed my son.+
>So now He speaks. It was clearly the shock that rendered Him dumb. Yes, father. I have. I have nothing to hide. The body is there for all to see. Consider it a statement of my intent.
>You feel a pang of regret. If Sanguinius had not been quite so defiant, if he had not been quite so Sanguinius, well, then this moment would have been more satisfying.
>I offered him a place beside me,’ you say, with a note of sadness that is quite authentic. ‘I didn’t want to kill him. He could have stood at my side, just as you can stand at my side. But he refused, to my regret. His refusal made his death necessary. It was my only recourse. I know you understand, father. You are an entirely rational man. I inherited my rationality from you. Poor Sanguinius, his execution was the only rational–’
>+You have killed my son.+
>What is this? Is His trauma so deep that He can do nothing but repeat Himself? Why is He not listening?
>Be silent,’ you tell him. ‘My father and I have business to discuss.’
> +Why?+
>What a strange question. What is it that your father doesn’t understand?
>‘You ask me why?’ you say. ‘Why what?’
>+Why?+
>I think you have suffered too great a shock, father,’ you say gently. ‘You are not making sense. What are you asking me? Why did I kill the Angel? Or why do I offer–’
>+Why?+