I did think of that, but when I saw the evidence of what they were trucking with, I knew it could not be.

It was similar to seeing a child drowning from the shore, and going to save them. Even if they resisted me, it was better to take the pain and drag them to the shore than let them drown. The voices in the void would have damned them forever, we spared them that, painful though it was.

[ THe question of his empathy and his superiors triggers something, for he half-turns away, pulling from her touch. ]

You know nothing of me... of the choices I made, of the peace we almost had, if not for treachery.

And my leaders knew no fear. That is the nature of Astartes, and even more so the Primarchs. We were created not to feel it at all.