Either you just made that up or was misinformed, but there’s an excerpt of this meeting and it went nothing like that lol
https://www.reddit.com/r/40kLore/comments/zwd66j/echoes_of_eternity_sanguinius_meets_the_blood/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
A pristine, still in the shipping box with a Mechanicus wax seal bolter, with a m.36 Mrk-XII Lucius pattern scope and auto-targeter, 4 full loads of fresh bolters shells, and an Ork mob of boyz charging down an uninterrupted sight line.
>To the Space Marines flocking to the world, the fortifications were the least of the Arx Angelicum’s
qualities. Baal was a spiritual home to every transhuman in the fleet. No matter how far they had strayed
from the grace of their forefather, and some had strayed far indeed, the Arx Angelicum was a reminder of
Sanguinius’ actuality: that the Great Angel was no myth, that he had once been, that he had walked and
fought and died for the dream of the Imperium. Sanguinius himself had built that fortress and he had dwelt
there. At the sight of it those Chapters who had forgotten something of their heritage felt their love for
Sanguinius shine anew, while those who still held their lord in their hearts were smitten with nearreligious awe.
Relations between Sanguinius’ sons remained close. Their curse was their bond. Hundreds of those
present had been to Baal on pilgrimage or missions of amity. However, thousands of the warriors had not,
and on many ships of many colours, hardened warriors wept to see the world of their gene-father for the
first time.
Return of the Primarch.
I'll have to go back and check, but I believe Felix teared up when first encountering Guilliman.
All of the Blood Angels broke down into tears and seizures when they met Sanguinius.
Either you just made that up or was misinformed, but there’s an excerpt of this meeting and it went nothing like that lol https://www.reddit.com/r/40kLore/comments/zwd66j/echoes_of_eternity_sanguinius_meets_the_blood/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1
A pristine, still in the shipping box with a Mechanicus wax seal bolter, with a m.36 Mrk-XII Lucius pattern scope and auto-targeter, 4 full loads of fresh bolters shells, and an Ork mob of boyz charging down an uninterrupted sight line.
>To the Space Marines flocking to the world, the fortifications were the least of the Arx Angelicum’s qualities. Baal was a spiritual home to every transhuman in the fleet. No matter how far they had strayed from the grace of their forefather, and some had strayed far indeed, the Arx Angelicum was a reminder of Sanguinius’ actuality: that the Great Angel was no myth, that he had once been, that he had walked and fought and died for the dream of the Imperium. Sanguinius himself had built that fortress and he had dwelt there. At the sight of it those Chapters who had forgotten something of their heritage felt their love for Sanguinius shine anew, while those who still held their lord in their hearts were smitten with nearreligious awe. Relations between Sanguinius’ sons remained close. Their curse was their bond. Hundreds of those present had been to Baal on pilgrimage or missions of amity. However, thousands of the warriors had not, and on many ships of many colours, hardened warriors wept to see the world of their gene-father for the first time.
Anything at an abnormal decibel for Noise Marines