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The Primarch allowed himself a moment to relax while drinking the Mjorn of his brother’s creation. He could taste the crude chemicals and manufacturing that his brother used, though uniquely TalOS could tell that only machines that did not use electricity were used in its manufactory.
If that was one thing that TalOS would place against his brother it would be that he ignored machinery out of his own detriment. But if he thought that a harsh world bred harsh peoples, then TalOS would find it hard to deny his brother such a thought. After all, one cannot deny the strength of those who live upon Death Worlds and the mutations gained in doing so.
“Well Malcador, we should get ourselves right into business shall we?”
“I see no problem in that.” He said while taking his own seat. UZ1 herself took a seat next to TalOS with a calming happiness about her.
“The investigation upon Xana has come with interesting results.” The Sigilite declared as he gave a small smile, “I have had to stop astropathic communications to Xana because of the tales being learned there.”
TalOS took a moment to think and focus, “What information needed to be kept from the psykers?”
It was a simple question that gave Malcador a slim but worried smile, “It seems that Pariahs are far more dangerous to not only psykers, but the souls of normal men it seems.”
TalOS felt a moment of confusion wash over him, “Blanks interact with souls?”
Malcador gave a solemn nod as he heard the question, “Indeed they do. The Psykers, whose experiences would have vividly translated to the Astropaths were they to deliver the message to me, have described the act of a man dying next to those with a nullification field as eating the man’s soul.”
There was a moment’s silence as he said that. UZ1 simply lowered her head at those words but that was it, likely already knowing of this information. TalOS had to take a moment to really think about what was given to him.
After a minute’s thought TalOS spoke with reverence that only a Priest would be able to give to his word, “Then I would call any soul who faced such a fate lucky.”
Malcador only smiled, “Indeed, they are lucky.”
