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The reasoning for the War Council, which was now several decades from the previous won, was not a Council called for honors like the previous one. It was because of this that whatever kind of mood was held here previously ebbed away for a more dour tone.
Even Fulgrim, who was seething when he first saw TalOS, did not find the excitement to start a verbal spar with his brother. Next to Fulgrim was Perturabo, who to TalOS’s knowledge had to take a several month journey just to reach the planet.
Perturabo was odd in that he felt relieved and disgusted at the same time. HIs face was crafted into a signature feature of annoyance but TalOS learned that his brother never conveyed his emotions with the exception of anger upon his face. It reminded him of some Tech Priests, but this was clearly him fighting his emotions more than simply not having any to speak of.
Two seats down were Rogal and Leman, the Wolf not barking at enjoyment as he looked longingly towards the chair of their father. Rogal did not need to speak a word to confirm the sorrow and he simply held his eyes closed for the moment.
Two seats from them was one of the few Primarchs isolated without neighbors nearby. Sanguineous was closer to the idea of an Angel of Death now than any other time before as he loomed next to the throne of Ferrus Manus. His eyes closed as whatever divine sight his brother had could not guide them through these troubled times.
Across from him was where the only forms of conversation were held between Roboute, Mortarion, Magnus, Horus, and Lorgar. It seemed to TalOS that Guilliman was trying to get as much information out of Mortarion as he could, with the others giving their attention in good measure.
In this neatly made row of demi-gods it was Vulkan who did not speak. The Primarch of the Salamanders had no mood besides sulking at the lost of a brother to whom he only met once. However even meeting once TalOS knew the two help a connection for they were both smiths of iron.
Passed the other chairs and through the Emperor’s own was Lion El’ Johnson. TalOS and the Lion, just as he did Fulgrim, did not see a need to strike up conversation at this dour day. TalOS could tell though that if this had been anything else the Lion would have been out fighting the good fight. It was only because of recent events that he stood at the table along with everyone else.
It was not long after TalOS took stock of who was present when the doors nearby opened. The Emperor stepped out into the room and surveyed his sons. Within his gaze a tinge of sadness was felt as eyes glazed over the seat of the Xth.