I don't. And it hurts me every day. I only know what he said over propaganda broadcasts, and what I saw myself. The Emperor hurt him by not telling him all his plans, even as he made Horus warmaster. I think he believes his father is corrupt, and intends to set himself up as a God, instead of the secular head of an enlightened humanity. He kept trying to sway me to join his side, even as he murdered my brothers. But I was always a Luna wolf, and despite carrying his gene-code, that meant more to me than being a Son of Horus. It could be ambition, it could be possession. He doesn't seem... like his old noble self, the last time I saw him. Swollen and corrupt with dark energy, still charismatic but utterly rotten, if far more powerful. It was like facing a god. I know his fall began when he was wounded by some tainted blade, after fighting a corrupted man who had once been a staunch ally of ours. But I'll never know if it was him willingly choosing corruption, or if it simply overtook him.
[ He is quiet for a long time, then inhales sharply and continues. ]
He sent two of my best friends to kill me, and slew my dearest companion, Tarik Torgaddon. And then he unleashed an orbital bombardment to finish the job that a Battle Titan and the mournival could not. It might as well have killed me, though it took my memories and sanity away, and I wandered a demon-haunted world where only monsters and the dead were my company. I was pulled back by other loyal sons of the Emperor, and sent again against Horus, where he killed another brother of mine, and offered me a chance to rejoin him. [ He closes his eyes, and says softly. ]
I told him I'd never stop coming after him until I was dead, that even if I died that there would be a price for every step towards our home world paid in the blood of his armies and sons. I told him we'd never surrender, and that he was now and forever our enemy.
But like you, I wish I knew what happened. I'll probably die without knowing why he did what he did, truly. A part of me doesn't want to know.
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[ He is quiet for a long time, then inhales sharply and continues. ]
He sent two of my best friends to kill me, and slew my dearest companion, Tarik Torgaddon. And then he unleashed an orbital bombardment to finish the job that a Battle Titan and the mournival could not. It might as well have killed me, though it took my memories and sanity away, and I wandered a demon-haunted world where only monsters and the dead were my company. I was pulled back by other loyal sons of the Emperor, and sent again against Horus, where he killed another brother of mine, and offered me a chance to rejoin him. [ He closes his eyes, and says softly. ]
I told him I'd never stop coming after him until I was dead, that even if I died that there would be a price for every step towards our home world paid in the blood of his armies and sons. I told him we'd never surrender, and that he was now and forever our enemy.
But like you, I wish I knew what happened. I'll probably die without knowing why he did what he did, truly. A part of me doesn't want to know.