Next part for The End and The Death: Volume Two

"Ferrus looks down. His lips have barely moved during his utterance, and
when they have, they have not matched the shape of his words. Sanguinius
tightens his grip on his sword, but he knows this isn’t an un-synced pict-feed.
It’s solid. It’s corporeal. What, then? A phantasm conjured by the fever of his
own injuries? Some Neverborn incarnation? Something with his dead brother's face?"

-The End and The Death: Volume Two