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“I will go.” The Primarch declared as he looked upon the Sigillite, “It is what I promised to all on my journey over. It would be wrong to slight them before the War starts.”
The old man gave a solemn nod as he heard those words, “Then the murmurs will lessen as you present yourself as proof.”
TalOS took a moment to allow those words to shape within his mind, “Is that an assessment or foresight?”
The psyker gave a small smile as he heard those words, “I cannot see you TalOS, but I catch glimpses of all that is around you. Your Creator as well.”
TalOS felt a hint of annoyance as he found a thought of his confirmed, “That means you are not the only ones who can see it.”
“That is true.” The Sigillite announced as they finally passed through the doors.
Before them stood an honor guard of both Acillians and Custodes each standing in perfect formation against one another. There was no malice between the two sides and TalOS lacked a way to taste the air like others. From inference he judged that they were simply taking in one another and judging. TalOS wondered if Astartes had such a capability as to guard against those under their own roof.
After all, the Primarch was aware of the techniques employed in their creation. That the Astartes were programmed beings similar to the Acillians and thus surely had obedience brought into their mind’s formation.
“This is where I leave you, TalOS.” Declared the Sigillite as his staff made a last tap, “I wish you good travels and hope to hear of your advancements. I shall endeavor to start what we have agreed upon and see if fruits finally come of it.”
“Thank you, Malcador.” Declared the Primarch as he gave a solemn and heartfelt bow.
The old man before TalOS seemed to think to himself for a moment in ponderment. Age of centuries seemed to quickly grab the old man as he thought to himself deeper and deeper, “Would you humor an Old Man, TalOS DAV1S. Shall I make your sons call me Uncle as I build their minds and strengthen their bodies?”
TalOS could not help but give a small laugh at that, “There is already someone who demands they call Grandmother. If nothing else, I might start calling you that myself if we continue together.”
The Sigillite could not help but gain a smile. One that spoke of the age and an ancient longing that TalOS only now realized was present, “I believe such a title is one I can earn.”
