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Three days worth of time had just been wasted.
Three days just playing a game that did not influence anything outside in the Galaxy.
Perturabo was being plagued with this line of thought going over and over again. Indeed one could say the same thing about his appearance upon Terra but to him it was not so cut and dry. Time had been lost and for all he knew Perturabo would have been back on the campaign trail yesterday or even the current day.
He wondered quickly what others would think, what the Emperor would think of such inaction! Perturabo was supposed to be the one who struck down the foes of the Emperor so him being here did nothing to benefit that objective.
His reason for being on Terra was to grow alliances, increase the ability of the Iron Warriors, and to have a project that he could not finish be completed. As he spent time not trying to complete any of these he was a fool and an idiot.
Perturabo, a fool and an idiot.
With this thought Perturabo rose from his chair and began walking. He needed to leave. He needed to get himself back to the campaign trail. He needed to strike at the enemies of his father lest his laziness be so easily mocked!
One hallways, another one. Up the endless staircase which ran through the entire Palace like a spine. He continued walking with shame making each step harder.
He was being followed. It was not hard to miss his brother TalOS’s presence when one was actively looking for it. He had heard of humans inherently not wishing to witness a pariah, and that TalOS was like that to Primarchs. It was Perturabo’s Iron Will that allowed him to constantly stand next to his brother even when so many of his senses told him it was dangerous.
Perturabo tried a series of halls, even an elevator that had closed right before TalOS rounded the hall. But within minutes Perturabo could feel his brother’s presence.
It was getting annoying.
