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There was silence after Perturabo roared those words into the face of his brother. AS he looked into the eyes of his brother and found them thinking something. He knew the Priests of Lucius tended to grow silent when they were thinking, their part of the Mechanicum believing in well spoken words instead of whatever putrid splurge would come out of one’s mouth the fastest.
His brother’s red eyes focused upon Perturabo again. The Iron Warrior was easily able to tell that his brother’s eyes were not normal, but augmentations thanks to the small strands of cabling that he could see at this distance.
“A man, no matter who or what they are, requires eight hours of rest a day to keep their minds stable and their bodies able.” TalOS answered as he leaned in towards his brother, “Before I was raised to the position of Dominus there were plenty of records of people being lost to the machines. Let it be their legs gave out from under them or they had tiredly placed their hands on a piece of machinery, which had quickly drawn them in.”
The Priest’s arm extended as he pointed to Perturabo, “Symptoms of overwork are erratic behavior and emotional drain. These two symptoms cause the person who experiences it to lose their proficiency in whatever they have committed themselves to. Overtime they will find themselves falling more and more at tasks that they once were perfect at.”
“Is that a threat?” Perturabo said with his eyes narrowed and anger raised to its upmost.
“It is a warning, from someone who has fixed this sort of thing.” TalOS pointed out as he placed a single finger upon the chest of Perturabo, “Relax, all of our brothers do so. You do not need to be so different.”
“Leave me alone if thats all the words you have.” Perturabo decided to say as he began walking past TalOS with a firmness within his chest.
“Remember my words when the day comes brother, the day when you cannot wage war.” TalOS declared as Perturabo began walking back into the Imperial Palace, “There will never be a moment where you shall be declared a winner of some event. It is life, and you cannot constantly fight wars without end. Just pay you have someone to rely upon when that day comes.”
Perturabo could not help but laugh there. His brother seemed to not be as brilliant as Perturabo thought he was, “I am Perturabo, I do not need rest.”
