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Spoilers for Warhammer Fulgrim Lore.

I think the husbandry fandom has missed a profound opportunity for some juicy conflict!

So we have some general agreed upon notions for how certain legions react to Husbandry Terra. Now obviously not all of a single space marine type behave the same way but there be trends.

Salamanders, Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Thousand Sons, Space Wolves, Imperial Fists: these groups generally accept bonds and human companionship as they had decent human contact in their original timeline.

Then you've got the grumps who love the attention but getting them to admit it is like Pulling Teeth: Night Lords, Iron Hands and Iron Warriors.

But we have been missing out! On a delightfully painful side of our favorite premadonnas. The Emperor's Children.

Now they and their sire Fulgrim are often stereotyped as such. Elegant, pompous, snooty and post heresy they go completely mask off a drive full into unbound freak territory.

But their story is much more tragic than a spoiled brat leading other spoiled brats into serving the God of overdoing things.

Fulgrim isn't spoken of as much in terms of being screwed over, but looking closer he really was.

Shot to an awful industrial planet where he watched his adopted family struggle to feed him let alone themselves. It would give anybody a complex.

Needing to be useful, needing to contribute, needing to not be a burden.

And once the The Big E showed up it didn't get much better.

His sons? Suffer a geneflaw that gives them astarte cancer. He not only loses many of them, but has to make due with what he has left. Meaning no matter how well trained, he just can't conquer planets at the rate dear old dad wants him to.

His brothers? Got there own issues and probably don't take Fulgrim's struggles seriously. He's just at that spot of "Wow that sucks," and "But the others have it worse.' He probably doesn't feel like he can talk deeply to anyone.

So Fulgrim does what many unloved children do, in fact he does the same thing as Perturabo, Pushes Himself to The Breaking Point.

In Fulgrim's case, any failures he blames completely on himself. Where Perty lashes out, Fulgrim turns inward.

Until he just can't take it anymore. He decides he's going to finally be selfish. Commit fully to the pleasures and pain so he never has to remember the agony he feels, that he will Never, be good enough

Heck killing Ferrus probably cemented that feeling in him. I'm not worth anything, so why bother trying to be good. Why not just be the absolute Worst.

Heavy stuff. But this leads me to my main musing.

In 40k the sins of the father very much affect the sons.

So my proposition is...you think other space marines are clingy? They hold not a Candle to an Emperor's Child. Especially one post heresy.

If you show an EC that they can be open, vulnerable, Imperfect, around you, and you don't immediately turn tail and run from the baggage, You Will Never Escape.

They don't just crave intimacy, they crave stability, affection, LOVE.

And if you give them any indication you'll supply it, they will Never let themselves be cut off.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Ramiel and Cedric: Blades of Remembrance

Cedric and Ramiel forge blades of remembrance from Malachai's ashes to honour their brother.

Author's Note: This take place after Atonement & Final Blessings. Thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for writing this with me! Glad to get a story in the Living Waters/Of Fin and Feathers AU going again! This story was hard to write in that the Primaris boys needed to grow beyond who they currently are. It got stuck under a writer's block for a long time.

Cedric and Malachai (c) @sleepyfan-blog. Pyrus (c) @c-u-c-koo-4-40k. Arnault and Roland (c) @kit-williams. Thanks for lending your characters!

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Ramiel is glad that the Forge Master had time available in his schedule for his and Cedric’s request. He knows that such important individuals, especially in resource scarce places, tend to have more burdens and stress due to a lack of resources. He just hopes they won't intrude too much in his duties. 

Ramiel had reviewed what he had Cedric have, and what they needed in trade. Ramiel had spent the month or two that they had to wait to speak to the Forge master trying to forage for the supplies as well try to find things in trade for a more advantageous starting position, hopefully. 

Or something like that? Catius and Oleandros had done that Ultramarine thing where they rambled on and on about logistics, supply lines, and supplies issues and shortages. Ramiel had tried to listen to them, but had gotten lost in their chattering about that stuff when his attention accidentally slipped to something else. He was able to refocus on their conversation, but was too hesitant to admit that he’d not been fully paying attention to them.

Cedric comes swimming over after receiving a message from Ramiel - with a carefully sealed bag that contains some sweet and savory goodies from Backerin’s bakery. As well as some sugary sweet goods from the local salt water taffy and other candies shop.

“Are you sure this should be part of the… offerings?” Cedric asks Ramiel.

Ramiel nods, “Most brothers and cousins really like fast carbs. And besides- who’d say no to some freshly made baked goods and candies?”

“You’re right.” Cedric answers. Those treats are indeed delicious. Even Mama and Erriox had asked him to occasionally bring some home after trying them once. He glances at the sack that his brother is carrying and asks, “What other things were you able to acquire?” 

Ramiel’s tail swishes as he rattles off the contents he has, “Rare minerals and gems, some deep space pearls. Papa gave some of his salvaged rare metals. Mama and Leto gave some of their enchanted feathers too.”

Surprised, Cedric asks, “Enchanted feathers? Are they for trading as well?”

Ramiel handed him one of the feathers. It held a simmering energy that tickled their senses. 

“They said to burn the feathers and mix it with Malachai’s ashes to incorporate into the blade. It’s supposed to make the sword lighter to carry and faster to swing.” he explained. 

The holy light of the Emperor bless them, they were truly blessed to end up in such a loving and giving family. Cedric’s hearts warmed at the thought. He remembered Mama saying that harpy feathers can carry magic, that’s why their down feathers could be used for healing wounds. The magic was most potent when it was freely given, meaning their love and care for Malachai, for however short they had known him, carried after his death. If only Malachai had survived, he would be so loved by Mama and Leto and the rest of the harpies. He would’ve enjoyed that a lot. God Emperor only knows that his Primaris brothers, so reviled by their Firstborn brothers, could sorely use the love and affection that his brother-cousins and he were lucky enough to receive in this time.

“I’ll remember to thank Mama and Leto again. Let’s go meet Kor’bak, we shouldn’t be late.” Cedric says as they start swimming towards the Steelix Cliff base. 

Ramiel nodded and swam after his brother as he carried the box of trade goods and ash. It goes without saying they would also have to work on orders in the Forge, after a skills assessment to see what level of forging and what they could make well as well. Apprentice Forge Smiths were costly in the short and medium term as they learned how to make things and use the tools properly. 

Ramiel and Cedric followed the procedures for checking into the Base and head to where the Forge Master told them he was going to meet the pair of younger Astartes, they managed to arrive fifteen minutes before the scheduled meeting and wait for their turn to be allowed into the Forge Master’s office- having checked in with his Assistant, an officious and fussy Ultramarine. The brothers relaxed their tense shoulders. That Ultramarine was a little too dogged on trying to find out why they did not join their shoal. 

They didn’t wait long before a large Salamander mer arrived. His glowing red eyes lit up at the sight of the two Primaris Black Templars. 

“You are Erriox’s boys, aren’t you?” He smiled, then chuckled, “I haven’t seen you scouts around the base much, how many of your brothers has he and Lenora taken in now? That number seems to get bigger every time we meet.”

“There always seems to be more of us,” Ramiel says with a laugh, “Uh let me take a moment to think.”

Ramiel, Cedric, Claude, Catius, Jophiel, and Olly… Thressl and Nanael have yet to meet Mama Lenora and Papa Erriox. Yet. “At the moment, including the two of us?” Cedric says, “six.”

Kor’bak let out a bark of laughter, “We’ll eventually have a whole new base as neighbors if he keeps adopting more of you boys at this rate!”

A small smile remained on the Salamander’s face as he asked, “Erriox said that you wish to use the forge. What is it you wish to do and how can I help you?”

Ramiel spoke up, “Yes sir.” He explained how the Black Templars forge blades of remembrance from the ashes of their fallen battle brothers so that they would be able to fight the forces of chaos in the afterlife, and that they currently hold the ashes of their brother, Malachai and wish to do the same. And they were prepared to trade materials and labour for forge time. 

“There should be enough material to make two Blades of Remembrance from Malachai’s ashes.” Cedric added. 

Kor’bak listened carefully to their request. On Nocturne, they also had traditions to memorialize those who have died. It would be an honour to assist with their task. He agreed to their request with a small nod, “I would be honoured to lend you my forge to make these Blades of Remembrance.” 

Ramiel and Cedric handed over the materials they collected for trade. Kor’bak hummed with approval, enjoying one of the buns that Cedric gifted, “Thank you for bringing all this, but for future reference, just trading labor for forge time is perfectly acceptable. How much and what kind of experience do you have forging?” He asked. 

Ramiel answered, “Enough to make and repair basic weaponry, though I have a little more experience than Cedric in this subject. We’ve also assisted in forging other blades of remembrance before.”

The Salamander scratched his chin, “Let’s get started so I can see where both your skills are at. Then we will set up time for you to come in and forge these blades and schedule your work time. I can use some more assistants.”

Ramiel and Cedric set aside their materials and soon they were forging blades and pieces used to repair other weaponry and armor, under Kor’bak’s watchful eyes. Ramiel focuses on the task at hand- one of the Forging songs- the Hammer and the Anvil comes to mind as he forges in silence stoking flames, melting and bending harder and softer ores into repairing other weapons and armor to be reforged. 

Once the two Primaris Scouts are done, Kor’bak appraises their work. They are Apprentice-Aged, and their work is adequate for how long they’ve had time to work with the craft. He commented with satisfaction in his voice, “Your work for your level is good and has the potential to get better with training. Let’s schedule a few more sessions for assisting and training so you boys can get used to using the forge first, unless you are in a hurry to make those blades.”

Cedric looked at Ramiel, who nodded, then replied, “While we would like to forge Malachai’s blades as soon as possible, we do agree that we should gain some more time and experience first, and are thankful for the opportunity, sir.”

“Brother Kor’bak is fine, no need to be so formal.” the Salamander chuckled, then called out, “Brother Epathean, please schedule in Brothers Cedric and Ramiel to come for training then forging their blades over the next two weeks. Thank you.”

He directed the boys to the waiting Ultramarine, “Please don’t mind my assistant, Brother Veris Epathean, he is well-meaning and keeps me organized. It is just rare for such scouts as yourself to be unwilling to join a shoal or a pod of some sort, especially when your brothers-cousins share the same opinion.”

“That's a good thing to have in an Assistant, but we gave our own reasons why we are not ready to join a shoal yet.” Ramiel offers. Even if the Son of Guilliman was also a nosey, pestering bastard. Kor’bak’s comment wasn’t out of line either. Even Papa Erriox asked them about that on occasion. They hadn't officially joined up with the Steelix base shoal due to their personal reasons, but Ramiel supposed it cannot stay like this forever. Erriox can only teach them so much after all and it is not good to remain stagnant in their growth as a merAstartes. He should probably bring this up with his brothers-cousins at some point. 

They went over to and made an agreeable schedule with Veris, apologizing for the cold response they gave earlier. The Ultramarine waved the apology and reminded them to come to update their information if they ever join a shoal. Satisfied, the two Black Templars swam home. 

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The next day they returned to the base forge. The others had been quiet and thoughtful when Ramiel and Cedric had brought up the fact that all of them need more training, and how some of them glanced at the Specialists and grimaced because he is one as well, especially needing more training. Jophiel straight up needs all training Astartes battle brothers go through a lot more. His surgery scars had barely finished healing before he was shoved onto a battlefield back before they came here, he had the least amount of training.

Granted he and the others were trying to teach him, and same with Papa Erriox, and they did get, well the Black Templars Primaris Marines did get some training time with Arnault and Roland, but, joining a shoal would help with certain things. Even though it did put limits on their freedom of movement, they'd have to agree to the rules and strictures of the shoal they joined. The others were quiet as they pondered what they wanted to do, the closest base, and one who'd seem pretty accepting, and they had someone in their corner, is Steelix Base with the Iron Warriors, the base luckily did have some brothers and cousins of various other genelines. He had spotted some of each, including sons of Dorn and Sanguinuis. 

Part of him chafed at thinking about joining a pod, he really doesn't want to leave his brothers to join a pod of Black Templars. Especially not knowing which Black Templar pods are allied with The Honorable Chaplain Captain Petras or not. He supposed he shouldn’t be so fearful, it was unbecoming of a Black Templar after all. However, he did have his Primaris brothers’ safety to consider as well. He did not wish to lead danger to his home, his found family. 

Technically him, the other Black Templar Primaris Marines and Roland and Arnault could be a Pod… if Ramiel had at least a hundred years more training, fifty years at minimum. he shakes his head and swims after Cedric as they greet Kor'bak and get to learning and forging and mending more armor and weapons. It was nice, getting hands on training in such a way again.

As they made their way to the forge, they noticed another large Salamander mer with an armful of materials to put to use. The new mer was large, about the same size as Kor’bak, with a tail black-grey in colour, covered with thick red-orange veins. The most striking thing about him was his long, pale and curly hair contrasting against his charcoal black skin. Cedric wondered how he could fit his hair inside his helmet. 

The Salamander mer cheerfully greeted them, “Glad to see new faces around here! My name is Pyrus. Forgive me, my arms are full, otherwise I’d shake your hands.”

Ramiel waved, “It’s alright, I’m Ramiel and this is my brother, Cedric.”

Cedric waved and looked curiously at the supplies in Pyrus’ arms, “Brother Pyrus, what will you be making with that?” 

“Axe blades.” Pyrus huffed with a touch of grievance, “Some of our brother-cousins get a little too heavy-handed with the weaponry.”

Kor’bak patted his shoulder, “It will be good practice, but I will let our brothers know to treat their weapons better. Some materials are harder to find here in Ancient Terra, unfortunately.”

Cedric looked away, tail twitching unconsciously; what if they took up valuable supplies for other weaponry and crucial equipment? Unease settled in his stomach. Are they using what is needed to fulfill their own selfish wish? Ramiel, noticing his distress, squeezed his shoulder. 

Pyrus, seeing Cedric’s change in mood and thinking his anxiety was about making perfect blades, said empathetically, “Brother, don’t be nervous. No one is expecting you to make perfect blades the first time, it’s part of the learning process.”

The Black Templar scoutling gave him a weak smile, “Yeah… Thanks… I will remember your words.”

The younger Salamander grinned back and went on his way to the forge.                                        

“Let's get to work on forging more blades And other items.” Ramiel said. 

Surely it's not selfish to forge the Remembrance Blades? They are working with and for the Forge Master in order to *pay* to Forge them. Besides, those blades will be well used and tended to. Remembrance blades can last for Centuries if well cared for. Cedric shook away his thoughts as both Black Templars followed Pyrus’ path. 

Inside the forge, each mer focused on hammering and molding the metal into a fully formed blade of some type. Before long, several blades of various shapes lined the table. Pyrus had an approving look on his face, “For not having done this in a long while, these blades look good. I’ll let Kor’bak know that we are done and he can come by to check. I have to chat with him anyway. It won’t be long.”

As soon as Pyrus was out of sight, Ramiel swam over to Cedric, nudging his brother’s tail, “What’s on your mind Ced?” he whispered, “You look ill at ease since before we started.”

Ramiel’s touch seemed to ground the young apothecary, knocking him out of his spiraling thoughts, “What if we’re using up rare valuable metals to forge the Remembrance Blades? You heard what Kor’bak said, some of these materials are so much harder to find here on Ancient Terra.” Cedric said worriedly, “What if Erriox is wrong?” It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary if the Iron Warrior mer didn’t know the supply situation at the base forge. Besides, Malachai was dead, he won’t be coming back anytime soon, whether they do this earlier or later.  

“Well, we are honoring our brother's memories by forging his blades.” Ramiel said carefully. “And we are practicing and working on forging techniques on more common materials.  Also, Papa wouldn’t point us in the wrong direction, if Forge Master Kor’bak didn't want to allow us to forge these blades with the materials we requested, he would have said so right away.” 

Malachai deserved to rest in the Light of the God Emperor- to have his brothers mourn and remember him. And to have his ashes turned into blades so he could continue to fight and defend in the service of the God Emperor with them after death. 

Kor’bak’s voice rang out, “Your brother is correct, Cedric.”

Ramiel and Cedric turned to look up at Forge Master Kor’bak. Cedric relaxed a little bit at that knowledge and the firm, but true words that Kor’bak spoke.

“I have a fairly good sense of how much supplies we have for smithing. Otherwise, I would have turned down Erriox when he notified me of your request.” The Salamander said kindly, “If it makes you feel any better, I have plans for both of you to take on material foraging and salvaging missions. For now, I want you to gain experience and proficiency in smithing so by the time you make the blades of remembrance, you can honour your brother by forging some fine swords.” 

Touched by those words of encouragement and reassurance, both Black Templars thumped their hand to their chest. 

“Thank you, Forge Master Kor’bak.” Cedric and Ramiel said.

They both stood taller. “I'd like to help with recovery missions. “ They volunteered.

******************

A few months later the Forge Master deemed them ready to forge the blades.

Cedric and Ramiel went through the rituals of forging the Remembrance blades. Murmured prayers and chants. Hammer and tongs. Heat and oil. Water and waiting. Quenching and tempering. Sanding and polishing. They took their time, dutifully taking step by step to ensure the blades they made are strong, durable, and well balanced. Two solid blades took shape. 

Handles and pommels were made and then simple guards were forged. In the center of each guard, they inlaid a shard of Malachai’s bone. Once all parts were made and put together, the two swords, made from their beloved brother’s ash and bone, were complete. To finish it off, they built scabbards for their swords, etched with a prayer of strength and courage in High Gothic. 

Cedric and Ramiel ensured that their swords are as perfect and flawless as they could be. To honor Malachai- and the resources that had been given to them to make these blades. They tested the blades for their weight and balance, then their sharpness through wood, rock, armor, flesh and bone. There was a lightness to those swords despite how weighty they look and they cut through flesh and bone, wood and rock easily enough. They could only score the ceramite armor piece as expected since they do not have the same capacity as power weapons do. Nonetheless, the Black Templar brothers were satisfied with the swords they made. 

Kor’bak inspected their swords, swinging and testing their weight and balance. They were lighter than expected, though that would be due to the inclusion of the harpy feathers. It reminded him of the combat knife that Lenora had commissioned him to make for Erriox years ago. The Salamander mer was pleased at the scoutlings’ progress and their final product. He handed the second sword back to Ramiel, saying, “You honour your brother well with these swords.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the bright looks and the happy tail wagging from the two young mers. 

“Thank you, Brother Kor’bak!”

Cedric and Ramiel voxed Roland and Arnault, eager to show the older Black Templars the swords they made. The veterans knew of Malachai, his death, and his unfortunate second death once they found him in Ancient Terra, and of Cedric and Ramiel’s plan of forging blades of remembrance from Malachai’s ashes.

Roland whistled when he took out one of the swords from its scabbard. The mer took a couple swings and thrust with the sword before giving it back to Cedric.

“It is a good sword. Well-balanced. It is lighter than it looks.” he commented.

Cedric explained, “That is due to the harpy feathers that were incorporated into the blade. It’s supposed to make the sword lighter.”

Arnault was already moving with the second sword. The sword flashed as he swung, thrust and parried with practiced ease. *Crack!* The large trunk of an old log split in half effortlessly as if the mer had hardly put any effort into it. With a flourish, Arnault flung off the debris and sheathed the sword in its scabbard. He had a look of approval, “It is well made, but much lighter than I am used to.” after a pause, “The sword responds well, as if it conducts the will of its bearer.” 

He looked at the bone shard embedded in the guard then looked at the scoutlings, “We will include your blades in your training. It is good to quickly get used to switching between different weighted weapons. Brother Malachai would be proud of you.”

Cedric and Ramiel, with backs straightened, answered, “Yes sir!” 

Malachai will be with them always, in their hearts, and in their blades. 

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That’s a great take! I like it!

Not story more ramble but I will still tag.

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Spoilers for Warhammer Fulgrim Lore.

I think the husbandry fandom has missed a profound opportunity for some juicy conflict!

So we have some general agreed upon notions for how certain legions react to Husbandry Terra. Now obviously not all of a single space marine type behave the same way but there be trends.

Salamanders, Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Thousand Sons, Space Wolves, Imperial Fists: these groups generally accept bonds and human companionship as they had decent human contact in their original timeline.

Then you've got the grumps who love the attention but getting them to admit it is like Pulling Teeth: Night Lords, Iron Hands and Iron Warriors.

But we have been missing out! On a delightfully painful side of our favorite premadonnas. The Emperor's Children.

Now they and their sire Fulgrim are often stereotyped as such. Elegant, pompous, snooty and post heresy they go completely mask off a drive full into unbound freak territory.

But their story is much more tragic than a spoiled brat leading other spoiled brats into serving the God of overdoing things.

Fulgrim isn't spoken of as much in terms of being screwed over, but looking closer he really was.

Shot to an awful industrial planet where he watched his adopted family struggle to feed him let alone themselves. It would give anybody a complex.

Needing to be useful, needing to contribute, needing to not be a burden.

And once the The Big E showed up it didn't get much better.

His sons? Suffer a geneflaw that gives them astarte cancer. He not only loses many of them, but has to make due with what he has left. Meaning no matter how well trained, he just can't conquer planets at the rate dear old dad wants him to.

His brothers? Got there own issues and probably don't take Fulgrim's struggles seriously. He's just at that spot of "Wow that sucks," and "But the others have it worse.' He probably doesn't feel like he can talk deeply to anyone.

So Fulgrim does what many unloved children do, in fact he does the same thing as Perturabo, Pushes Himself to The Breaking Point.

In Fulgrim's case, any failures he blames completely on himself. Where Perty lashes out, Fulgrim turns inward.

Until he just can't take it anymore. He decides he's going to finally be selfish. Commit fully to the pleasures and pain so he never has to remember the agony he feels, that he will Never, be good enough

Heck killing Ferrus probably cemented that feeling in him. I'm not worth anything, so why bother trying to be good. Why not just be the absolute Worst.

Heavy stuff. But this leads me to my main musing.

In 40k the sins of the father very much affect the sons.

So my proposition is...you think other space marines are clingy? They hold not a Candle to an Emperor's Child. Especially one post heresy.

If you show an EC that they can be open, vulnerable, Imperfect, around you, and you don't immediately turn tail and run from the baggage, You Will Never Escape.

They don't just crave intimacy, they crave stability, affection, LOVE.

And if you give them any indication you'll supply it, they will Never let themselves be cut off.

[kit-williams]

again cementing that CSMs tend to jump to intense bonds

what a wonderful introspection/analysis on the legion

I forget about the space cancer

Not story more ramble but I will still tag.

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Spoilers for Warhammer Fulgrim Lore.

I think the husbandry fandom has missed a profound opportunity for some juicy conflict!

So we have some general agreed upon notions for how certain legions react to Husbandry Terra. Now obviously not all of a single space marine type behave the same way but there be trends.

Salamanders, Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Thousand Sons, Space Wolves, Imperial Fists: these groups generally accept bonds and human companionship as they had decent human contact in their original timeline.

Then you've got the grumps who love the attention but getting them to admit it is like Pulling Teeth: Night Lords, Iron Hands and Iron Warriors.

But we have been missing out! On a delightfully painful side of our favorite premadonnas. The Emperor's Children.

Now they and their sire Fulgrim are often stereotyped as such. Elegant, pompous, snooty and post heresy they go completely mask off a drive full into unbound freak territory.

But their story is much more tragic than a spoiled brat leading other spoiled brats into serving the God of overdoing things.

Fulgrim isn't spoken of as much in terms of being screwed over, but looking closer he really was.

Shot to an awful industrial planet where he watched his adopted family struggle to feed him let alone themselves. It would give anybody a complex.

Needing to be useful, needing to contribute, needing to not be a burden.

And once the The Big E showed up it didn't get much better.

His sons? Suffer a geneflaw that gives them astarte cancer. He not only loses many of them, but has to make due with what he has left. Meaning no matter how well trained, he just can't conquer planets at the rate dear old dad wants him to.

His brothers? Got there own issues and probably don't take Fulgrim's struggles seriously. He's just at that spot of "Wow that sucks," and "But the others have it worse.' He probably doesn't feel like he can talk deeply to anyone.

So Fulgrim does what many unloved children do, in fact he does the same thing as Perturabo, Pushes Himself to The Breaking Point.

In Fulgrim's case, any failures he blames completely on himself. Where Perty lashes out, Fulgrim turns inward.

Until he just can't take it anymore. He decides he's going to finally be selfish. Commit fully to the pleasures and pain so he never has to remember the agony he feels, that he will Never, be good enough

Heck killing Ferrus probably cemented that feeling in him. I'm not worth anything, so why bother trying to be good. Why not just be the absolute Worst.

Heavy stuff. But this leads me to my main musing.

In 40k the sins of the father very much affect the sons.

So my proposition is...you think other space marines are clingy? They hold not a Candle to an Emperor's Child. Especially one post heresy.

If you show an EC that they can be open, vulnerable, Imperfect, around you, and you don't immediately turn tail and run from the baggage, You Will Never Escape.

They don't just crave intimacy, they crave stability, affection, LOVE.

And if you give them any indication you'll supply it, they will Never let themselves be cut off.