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TalOS took in a moment's breath as he made sure his words were true, “As you have said I’ve faced down two species of psykers. Each of them I have consumed one of their psychic members to try and learn their secrets. To that objective I have succeeded.”
Malcador gave a steady nod as he heard those words, “But they were not ones who could see into the Warp.”
TalOS gave a sincere nod to those words, “To confirm if I could trust their kind I consumed fifteen milliliters of blood from Navigator Lawrence. Through his eyes I have seen the Warp through unbridled or rose tinted eyes.”
Those words caused the Regent of Terra’s eyes to widen as if shocked by a prod. Soon though they began to settle and what TalOS recognized as comprehension began to cross across his face. He gave a steady nod as he finished whatever thoughts he had.
“What would be the most prime feature of the Warp, to you?” The Sigillite finally asked.
“The Screams.” TalOS declared as he remembered a memory that even under the influence of Blackstone brought him pain, “These days I do not only wear the Blackstone to keep myself safe. It is to keep them silent.”
Upon those words the middle aged man rose again and reached under a nearby stand. To TalOS’s surprise the man brought over what was a small barrel that had brazen upon it the sigil of a wolf.
“In case your brother Leman was ever to visit me I made sure to always keep a stash of his mead on hand. I did not expect this to be a time I would break it out but life is full of those things.” The man pulled a cork and poured another glass to the rim, “Take it. I’d die if I had even a sip.”
TalOS did as he was told and took a sip. His mind was quickly flooded with the genius amounts of genetic engineering and selection that it took to make this possible. What was most impressive about the drink was the sheer laughter of his brother as he finally figured out the solution to his problem of never getting drunk. That, and TalOS actually felt his body displace itself for a moment.
“Leman Russ. He is quite the man to put his genius towards something that seemed needless. But he did so not just for himself, but so that he can join his battle brothers in their merry.” TalOS realized as he finished processing the drink.
“For myself whenever they get too bothersome I take out some wine for myself.” The Sigillite admitted as he placed a hand on TalOS’s shoulder, “Such is a burden that we tried to prevent for each of you. It would only do undue harm to your minds.”
