Angron my beloved

In his moment of greatest success, the Emperor intervened, taking Angron away and leaving his fellow slaves to die on Nuceria.

So imagine this:

When ordinary souls die — as long as they don't worship any of the four chaos gods — they do not immediately dissolve into madness within the Warp. Instead, they pass into a quiet, neutral realm: peaceful, boring, but still, safe.

That is where Angron’s siblings ended up.

And somehow, Angron finds his way there. (Before Horus's Heresy ofc)

Because, well, the only way to help Angron break free from his survivor's guilt was to let those who needed to speak say what they wanted to say. (It works better if you could somehow cast a spell on Angron and send the butcher's nails to another galaxy.)