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"Father?" Fulgrim asked.
The Emperor turned to gaze upon him, tearing his stare away from the sight of one of the internal gardens of the Imperial Palace. The glow that surrounded him was dulled, but still there, expression sphinx-like and as readable. "Yes?"
"I…" he didn't know how to phrase it. After all, he couldn't be upset with Father. It was out of question. "I am… doubtful of that woman."
The Emperor nodded.
"That being-" he started, but the Emperor spoke.
"I am aware of its existence," he said. "It is… controllable."
Fulgrim nodded, feeling miserable. He was aware there were things he would not be privy too, but it still stung that he had been kept in the dark so. "I'm sorry for doubting you, Father."
The golden eyes rested at him for a while. "You have right to doubt. It is good that you chose to inform me of them."
Fulgrim smiled weakly. At least there was something positive in the whole situation.
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