Dietrian made an annoyed sound in his throat, but made no answer.
"The hells of the Warp! What are they?"
Talos kept pressing.
Finally, Dietrian spoke again, but his voice was lower.
"With all due respect, your ignorance of professionalism makes me very angry. The resurrection ceremony does not stop just because of the physical awakening. His mind is not familiar with the surrounding environment. We only awakened the remnants of his body.
Let him establish contact with the Jihad machine, but he still lost his mind, and the follow-up process of the ritual is to replenish energy and restore his spiritual sense."
"His...what?"
"His self-awareness and ability to reason in response to stimuli, his conscious perception as a manifestation of a living spirit."
"You mean his soul, his mind? So, can you speak more directly in the future?"
"Like you said, we created his brain and body, but we didn't create his mind and soul. There is a difference."
Talos took a breath of stale air through his teeth and tilted his head towards the coffin.
"I mean he's awake, Dietrian, what did you do when he woke up? You told me he needed to be stabilized, but the fact is, he's awake now, what are you doing?"
"Resurrection rituals, as stated earlier, synapse-enhancing pulses, life-sustaining nutrients, chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers."
"So you're filtering maddening chemicals and electrostimulants into the body of a warrior who's been wounded to death, but he's proven that his symbiotic relationship with the coffin doesn't follow the standard pattern."
"but……"
"He's awake now. He's crazy and wants to get in your face. You hurt him, Dietrian."
Dietrian thought for a moment.
"I'll take care of it right away."
The mechanical bishop responded nonchalantly:
"Take care of it immediately."
But Talos was still listening to the screams, which made him upset.
"Then deal with it quickly. I don't like the screams of the company commander, Dietrian."
"As a general rule, if this is done before any subject's cognitive function reaches an acceptable level, the resurrection ritual will be terminated immediately."
"But you said Markaryon's resurrection never followed a traditional pattern."
"I……"
For the first time in centuries, Dietrian began to doubt his findings.
"I'm... processing it."
"You handle it."
Talos said and walked away.
"Sometimes, Dietrian, it pays to share your secrets with people you trust. Thinking like a mortal isn't always a curse."
"Stop it! A potential flaw has appeared!"
Dietrian said loudly, still watching a large number of calculations going on in his retinas.
"Your hypothesis is based on emotional speculation. If your hypothesis proves to be wrong, the damage to the subject's physiological functions may be irreparable."
"As if I care?"
Lightning danced along the golden sword's edge as Talos approached the center console.
He glanced at the screen, his eyes running over the screen, the heat meter, the levers and switches.
This is what injects poison and pain into his Captain's body.
"Turn this off."
"No, I cannot allow this to happen because such assumptions are flawed. Talos, Talos, do you hear me? Please turn off your sword, my master."
Talos did not respond, but raised his sword, while Ursus laughed at the side.
"don't want!!"
Dietrian let out a sharp, weaponized scream that would shock any mortal within this range.
Incapacitated, but Talos' helmet made him immune to such displays.
He himself has used the same scream as a weapon many times.
"Taros, please, please--don't!"
As the Mechanic Bishop screamed in pain, he swung his long sword down, and an explosion occurred between the energy field attached to the sword blade and the delicate mechanical device of the console, throwing hot fragments across the room.
The violent shock wave even tore off the surrounding cables one after another, all the tools flew away, and the servitors and staff fell to the ground one after another.
After a moment, Talos stood up in the silent aftermath.
His first thought was strange - Ursus no longer pulled the trigger on the chain axe.
Through the thin smoke he saw his brother standing by the wall and Dietrian standing in the middle of the room's floor.
The stasis field is still alive with the limbs that imprisoned the Dreadnought, emitting a hum that would make the Prophet's teeth itch.
But the screaming has stopped, and the sterile room is filled with activity in a way because of its absence, like the abundance of ozone in the air after a storm.
Talos stared at the towering war machine, waiting, listening - his senses keenly awaiting any change.
As he expected, there was nothing.
The Tenth Company Captain, the War Philosopher, Markarian, has probably returned to the throne of Evernight.
But Talos has no regrets, because this is the only thing he can do for his former company commander.
Dietrian circled around the ruined console, spreading his auxiliary arm to pick up chunks of smoldering debris.
"No--"
Humanized grief finally appeared in the mechanical bishop's voice.
"This is unacceptable, simply unacceptable, no no no -"
Talos couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
"It's over."
He was visibly relieved.
"I'm sorry for breaking your-"
"Taros!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded, a deep, guttural voice, loud enough to make the deck rumble.
At the same time, the door to the sterile room opened and Sirion walked in, throwing a skull into the air and catching it every time before it fell.
It was obviously a skull on his armor, but now the chain was broken and the remnants rattled on his hip.
He stopped and looked at the scene around him. Talos and Ursus stood together, staring at Dauntless, and Dietrian stood with open arms.
On the other side, he stared like the legionnaire.
"Taros!"
The loud communication language was repeated again.
"I can not move."
Hearing this voice, Sirion smiled.
"Captain Markarian is awake again? Isn't this worthy of a ship-wide message?"
"Serion, wait..."
Talos whispered, with a cautious tone.
"Serion!"
Wuwei chanted.
"You're still alive. It seems the miracles will never stop."
"It's great to see you again, Company Commander."
Sirion walked to the chassis of the Dreadnought and looked up at the coffin locked in the armored shell.
He grabbed the skull again.
"So."
He said to the huge war machine.
"Where do I start? Here's a list of stories that happened while you were sleeping..."