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Perturabo looked down upon the Omnissiah for a moment. His eyes are studying the making of a god to try and make some sense of it. It was quite an admirable fact as his eyes tried to make sense of something that he denied the existence of for so long. This was the reason the Machine God had some interest in Perturabo. The man was intelligent beyond all means and was able to bless a people with the gift of Technology without much issue.
The issue was that he did not take that last step to grant it to people. So caught up in his own mind Perturabo suffered inaction.
As for TalOS he simply had always worried about that fact of his brother. By being the one to extend his hand towards him he had hoped to keep him from falling a ruinous path. In that fact he was successful. While it was hard to put into words the kinship and respect TalOS had for his brother, now that he could see all he fully understood it was reciprocal.
The creation that resulted from that respect and love was hidden from TalOS. In an instant there was a sadness washing over the being as he realized that he had spoiled the surprise for himself.
“Brother.” The words of Perturabo snapped the Machine God back into attention. The eyes that were upon the Omnissiah showed that Perturabo was slowly starting to realize just what was happening underneath the unified entity of the Omnissiah.
The Omnissiah needed to speak his piece. Say anything that might be of good favor with his brother. But then what would that be? It was obvious that the Machine God was a God and as such was worth whatever scorn his brother had against entities like the Omnissiah.
Ah, he was not going to allow himself into that inaction again. That stasis of thought that knowing everything but nothing brought to a more mortal and insulated brain would bring. The Omnissiah brought his attention focused again upon the person before him. In doing so the Omnissiah decided that saying something would stop him from becoming so… chaotic in mind.
“We ask for your forgiveness brother. We are still trying to understand the Universe.” The Omnissiah said as he gave another curt bow, “You have at the tip of your tongue a question, ask it and I will reveal to you the state we have found ourselves in.”
“Are you going to demand my worship now?” He asked simply with a hint of annoyance and anger.
The Omnissiah wanted to look into that question deeply and thoroughly, but then the Worshipper’s will reminded the entity that they were pressed for time, “No, no we do not. Such is the agreement set by the Emperor and my followers even if it was under false pretenses. Now listen well, for I bring to you revelation from beyond our original standing.”
Perturabo simply gave a scornful nod as permission for his brother to say his piece.