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Guilliman gave a nod to the woman as he looked at the food that was placed before him. He was not foreign to Corpse Starch for it was one of the many things that were upon Macragge. For those on Macragge though Corpse Starch, or was not made of people but of random pieces of animals and planets. Anything that could be used was used and given to the poorest.
On Macragge it was called the mystery bar, for you never really knew what was in it. One thing you did know was that there was no human flesh in it. What was before Roboute definitely was.
He had his hesitations about engaging in 3rd degree cannibalism. If given the choice he might have even decried the practice all together. Those were sound options that held within them a good sense of honor. None of his people would have decried him for resisting such things.
That however was not practical. He was here to make a deal happen and a deal was what he needed to make. To offend TalOS just like Fulgrim would damn Guilliman’s vision to decades more of building.
Thus a practical was reached, and he took a bite.
Guilliman expected for his senses to be overwhelmed with the life and memory of those who were made of this. There was a time when he was forced to eat at a mystory bar because his father wanted to make a point about devisation and poverty. When he ate that material he experienced the world of Macragge from the eyes of a beast. To see the brutality that all beasts like them experienced throughout their entire lives. Such a thing Guilliman always had when he ate meat, but the sheer vividness of consuming the bar sat within his mind.
It was quickly theorized that bits of that bar had a brain in it. It was the reason he never indulged in any brain eating rituals that other families or realms practiced.
That was not what happened here though. Instead of the numerous memories of those who were placed into this paste Guilliman felt a weird rub of matter. Fog was the best way for it, for whatever organ he possessed that allowed him to see the memories of what was eaten was being played with by the Corpse Starch.
A food built specifically for a Primarch. Guilliman was held in a moment of amazement as he realized that nothing was made like this was and never will he eat something like this. Maybe he should amend his comment, for this was not going to be the last time he and TalOS ate together.
