A quiet and disappointed sigh escaped Fulgrim's lips as he spoke looking into his cup of wine. — My brothers will be remembered first of all for their great victories, and I will be remembered for my beauty and impeccable taste. — His emotions about this were mixed, but mostly negative.

— I killed the avatar of the Eldar god, but people were talking more about what I was wearing on Ullanor! — He snorted, frowning and taking a long sip from his cup, but this did not help smooth out his disappointment.

— I can’t imagine who I need to kill for this to really impress everyone...— Fulgrim sighs, looking down and tilting his head slightly in your direction, as if seeking support.