Cody

“Of all the battles Loken had fought at his commander's side, that was the fiercest, the saddest, the most vicious. Teeth barred in firelight, swinging his blade at the foe on all sides, Horus seemed more noble than Loken had ever known. He would remember that moment, years later, when fate had played its cruel trick and sense had turned upside down. He would remember Horus, Warmaster, in that narrow firelit street, defining the honour and unyielding courage of the Imperium of Man.

There should have been frescoes painted, poems written, symphonies composed, all to celebrate that instant when Horus made his most absolute statement of devotion to the Throne. And to his father.

There would be none.

The hateful future swallowed up such possibilities, swallowed the memories too, until the very fact of that nobility became impossible to believe.”
― Dan Abnett, Horus Rising