Or awoke with minds intact enough to understand it.
He’d left the largest display for last – and it was a masterpiece. Larger than any other in the gallery.
Isstvan V had provided a rare opportunity to collect specimens. Regrettably unable to make the battle itself, even decades later there had been artefacts lying around unrecovered. Unusual for Astartes battlefields, but Isstvan V had been unusual in many ways – including the number of Space Marines missing in action.
Well, missing to the Imperium. Not to Trazyn. He knew exactly where they were. Knew the posture and pose of each soldier and the direction of their eyeline. Even now, he stepped into the display to adjust a ceramite-plated finger. The Salamanders, after all, practised good weapons discipline. An Astartes like this one, with his back against a wall, shouting to his brothers to throw him another magazine, would not have a finger on the trigger.

The Infinite and the Divine