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TalOS focused upon his brother for a second, then another second as that piece of time was lost to him. Even as the world outside moved at a crawl TalOS could not help but ask for more of it. Why wouldn’t he? He was given something that was so… bland.
“Thats… good of you Fulgrim.” TalOS gave a half hearted reply with a small bit of dread laced within his voice, “If you have made any discoveries about the Astartes Genome, please send them to me.”
TalOS was not wanting to antagonize him. Fulgrim clearly wanted either to be praised for his accomplishment or for TalOS to become angry at the perversion of his personal art. With another second’s consideration TalOS considered the idea that Fulgrim was not actually trying to get him angry, but to draw some sort of reaction to what would be a cornerstone of any Genetor’s career.
“But I have.” Fulgrim said with a lightened smile, “Even you have not accomplished such a feat.”
TalOS felt himself grow sick upon those words, “So what.”
“What? I have told you what I have learned and you would disregard me!?” Growled the Phonecian as his anger began to swell like a ripening fruit.
“Having an intuitive sense is good, but it does not give anything more.” TalOS pointed out as he felt annoyance that seemed to fly away like the wind, “It is an achievement, that is all.”
Fulgrim’s hair seemed to almost spike with anticipation similar to a feline. His eyes narrowing as if there was prey before him. If the man was a serpent then TalOS would have seen fangs showing from his brother’s mouth.
TalOS slowly began to realize that of all the reactions, denying his brother an overt reaction of either anger or joy was the worst idea of them all. Perfection was always something overt let it be the horror it brings of the pleasure it has within the eye of a beholder. Both of these were visceral acts that fed the soul.
Fulgrim however was denied his satisfaction.
“YOU DAMNED BASTARD!” Yelled Fulgrim as he leaped out of his chair, sending what was a perfect piece of Artisan work across the room with the full force of his body, “I am a Primarch, your Brother, yet you look upon me like I am some sort of annoying orphan! Of all the insults that I could be given, that is the greatest insult that I have ever been forced to experience!”
