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“I believe first and foremost that while your decision to take action was just, that the use of decimation was ultimately a wasteful affair in political and physical capital.” TalOS informed his brother, “You should have organized something else, likely a penal Legion. Those you know have committed corruption will become the demonstrations to those who might do so in the future. If you are caught, you will be buried without honors.”
To that Perturabo gave a small laugh as a tool of mockery, “As I understand it Astartes would still enjoy that to some extent. Our sons were all built to be killed. But then, it would teach the Legion Master who goes from the very top to the penal company.”
“The only reason I can see decimation being a worthy option was that it was a cultural aspect of your homeworld of Olympia. To that I am ignorant.” TalOS ended his assessment with that bit of understanding.
It was now Perturabo’s turn to become silent. He was now thinking to himself with a mind equally capable to that of TalOS. Such a brilliant mind TalOS knew, for he had realized the truth of his Legion before any proper introductions could be made. Nothing could be seen upon the now stoic face of his brother, but TalOS was not a mortal creature anymore.
He could taste it now. The confusion that his brother was constantly feeling being brought to the forefront once again. His candor and ridicule attitude acted against the Pariah, a mask that he wore. It was the mask of a man whose entire universe was being shaken to its very core at TalOS’s mere existence before him.
There was more there. Embarrassment, shame, and regret were starting to settle in the mind of Perturabo. There were flares of anger, but TalOS could tell that anger was an echo of what was. TalOS knew the mind of man and realized easily that his brother did his actions out of sheer anger at his own Legion. A ruthless anger which threatened his very own soul.
How had such an anger been crystalized so sharply that even its echos showed TalOS the ferocity of its existence.
TalOS thought back to his brother’s confusion. Why was this confusion so ever present and so relentless in its attacks against his brother. Was his brother under some kind of curse? As TalOS felt out the area he could not feel anything close to a curse against his brother. Nothing like what Tzeentch had done to the Thousand Sons.
At this moment TalOS was saddened because he could not help his brother. If TalOS asked his brother about the confusion then his brother might attack him out of shame. After all, could TalOS trust someone who so willingly committed filicide out of anger? He needed to tread carefully.
