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TalOS could feel the glances that were being stolen towards him by Fulgrim. Before the Primarch was oblivious to these senses thanks to his use of the Blackstone. Now he could taste upon his tongue the negative emotions that were crawling off his brother. These emotions of envy and scorn if taken from a human were enough to give TalOS a wet palet, but his brother was like a fountain of water that seemed to have no end.
An ended needed to be sighted if the fidelity of this Council was to carry any motions. At the very least TalOS would be able to save some face if he were the one to try and bridge the gap. Fulgrim might realize this attempt but TalOS did not care. He himself wanted more friendly terms.
TalOS considered his topic carefully. Something that would surely spur some emotion other than the deep disdain he held towards him. After another moment’s thought the topic was chosen.
“Fulgrim, I have heard that your Legion was recovering from the Blight which ravaged your Geneseed.” TalOS began as he gave a curated smile upon his mostly human face, “How far have they recovered?”
The change within Fulgrim was sudden as his stoic frown became that of a serpent’s smile. TalOS could still taste it, that anger which was the foundation of Fulgrim’s thoughts of TalOS. This foundation was what TalOS wanted to chip at and as he estimated Fulgrim’s immediate thoughts did not change. Still, there was other emotions now which were displayed proudly upon his face.
“The Genesmiths of Mars were able to make use of my flesh. The Legion will continue to recover at an acceptable rate, a few thousand every year.” Fulgrim pointed out as he looked out towards the greater table towards Horus, “We will continue to work with our brother Horus until we have reached thirty thousand Astartes. It will take five more years of work but it comes soon.”
“That is great to hear. Even with the genes of the Father I found only the Master Genetors were able to truly make something akin to the Astartes’ Geneseed. Our Father must have given them some assistance to make sure they were successful.” TalOS told his brother with an attempt at comradery.
To that TalOS heard a small laugh come from Fulgrim, “Genescience is not that complex brother. It was not our Father who guided the hands of those who worked with me but myself.”
