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TalOS had to ponder if his next words would be the correct ones. Such weight was immense for it really would reflect the next few weeks on how they were going to interact. Would TalOS be open and maybe place his brother’s worries at ease, or to keep his vows as he always honored them.
In the end TalOS had to be straight, +I cannot explain it brother, for it is under the seal of the Emperor that I am censored.+
Those were words that TalOS did not wish to say but they had to be said. TalOS could easily taste the rage that was coming across Perturabo as the brother took a few steps back. His eyes widened with realization and vengeful fury as if what TalOS said was impossible. But at the same time they began to mellow as a sickening crease of emotions sliced themselves through Perturabo.
What was his brother to do against such words? Such a declaration was one which no one should be able to circumvent. Whatever the Emperor said was the truth and law. Perturabo, for his desire in knowledge, tried to get around that unknowingly. Yet at this very moment he was seeking so much more knowledge that he could not help himself but wish it divulged.
In the simplest terms, as Perturabo had built his entire life in service to the Emperor, he now wished that they were not bound by him. A conundrum, a syntax error, a breakdown of his reality.
It was sickening.
There were no words as Perturabo began to walk away from TalOS. As proven so long ago when stress came upon him Perturabo realized it was best to remove himself from the situation lest his wrath grow out of hand. So he removed himself from the Bridge of the Blackstone Fortress to wonder its halls.
TalOS did not follow this time as the ships of the Iron Warriors went on the move. It seemed that while Perturabo was not going to exact his anger upon anything in TalOS’s possessions he was going to wreck it upon the foes of the Imperium. Such a thing was good, for it showed a potential to tame his emotions.
TalOS took in the readings and began marking out where to start the next few fights. The Hrud had distributed themselves throughout the system with impunity and some even being able to flee the region as the Blackstone Fortress bore down upon them.
Their populations, which were now manageable, soon became the pickings of the combined fleets. The death of the Hrud has begun.