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“I am under a vow not to answer that question.” Were the words that TalOS told Rogal with a firmness in his word’s purpose, “Those matters are being handled by Malcador and the Emperor. You, as well as all of our brothers, should keep their focus on reality.”
Rogal Dorn focused his eye upon TalOS. It was a stern thing that measured out what it was TalOS held against his brother. It was not a dangerous look but one which measured TalOS for every trait he held.
Rogal Dorn finally nodded, “If that is what our Father and the Sigillite wills, then it shall be.”
“Good.” TalOS told his brother as he breathed a full breath of air, “It is my hope that you keep looking at the universe as you do right now. If it is changed, then things have become truly dire.”
Rogal Dorn seemed to think to himself in a ponderance, “When I have a chance I will have a conversation with Father. I believe I understand the situation, that this is knowledge which is poisonous to those who learn it. It is hard to believe, but it will be something that I shall keep from my mind.”
TalOS could not help but feel a sudden respect for his brother. To think someone would say that was hard for the Primarch of the Mechanicum to fully grasp, “Then I leave you for now brother.”
“It has been an honor serving next to you TalOS. I look forward to the next time we fight next to one another.” Rogal Dorn announced to TalOS with a firm aptitude of understanding. As he spoke those words the Primarch raised his hand to welcome a handshake from his brother.
With needing to think TalOS accepted his brother’s hand and tensed his muscles. Red into burnt gold. The two respected one another with such a relationship being carved before they even knew each other.