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The Astartes which TalOS looked upon was not the same man that TalOS had met several years ago. He was a man worn and weathered through worry and stress to the point that it would make a person question the mortality of his genome. TalOS knew that they were not in fact immortal but never should time have afflicted an Astartes of Ahriman’s age.
His eyes were darkened with worry with his figure more gaunt from malnutrition. TalOS knew that this man should not have been suffering effects like these unless his mind was coming close to ruin. The Fabricator General reasoned it was, as he had obviously broken a covenant between the Fifteenth Legion and Malcador for his appearance.
As he looked upon TalOS, Ahriman's worry seemed to ebb away in an instant, “P-F-Fabricator General! You came!”
TalOS gave the Astartes a solemn nod as he took a glace at the operation around him, “Is this what you want me to save your Legion from?”
The man before TalOS looked to be on the verge of crying his heart out. He took a few solemn steps forward before looking at the numerous hideous forms that were around them. As if they were a bane to him Ahriman flinched backwards.
It was during this movement that TalOS saw a talisman appear in his robes.
TalOS knew in that instant, “This man who I stand next to is the Brother you spoke of.”
Awe struck Ahriman, “You… yes you could remember that if you remembered me. Never shall I doubt a Primarch and his ability.”
“When was the last time you have had rest or sleep?” TalOS questioned the Astartes as he made a few steps forward.
“F-five months. I stopped sleeping when Ohrmuzd caught the Flesh-Change. I cannot sleep when he is like that, and I cannot leave my guard down for even a moment!” Declared the Astartes as he looked closer to a beggar than a noble warrior, “We are so few now Uncle, I and only a few hundred others can walk without assistance.”
