So much pain, misery and suffering could have been avoided if someone* had just allowed Perturabo to design a playground once in a while.
*By which I mean a certain 10-foot tall, golden-armoured, terrible narcissist father of a 'someone', so not much hope of that I suppose.
Considering how slow Lorgar was allowed to conduct his compliances till consequences started to come into the picture, I don't believe that Perty had no elbow room to linger at least a little while to build something nice.
Plus, Perty not being petty enough to have a nice-guy™️ personality reliant on praise (along with doing more to earn said praise than demonstrating a horrific disregard for life and comradeship) would've been nice.
This takes me back to the old times, where my biggest worry was to not run out of ammo, having enough quarters in my pocket to play, and to be fast so my mom doesn't caught me playing in the arcade cabinet.
