Dietrian made an annoyed sound in his throat, but made no answer.
"The hells of the twisted warp! What is that?"
Talos kept pressing.
Finally, Dietrian spoke again, but in a lower voice.
"With all due respect, your ignorance of professionalism makes me very angry. The resurrection ritual 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. He was connected to the jihadi machine, but he still lost his mind, and the rest of the ritual was to replenish energy and restore his spiritual sense."
"His...what?"
"Harm, 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's 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 filter the maddening chemicals and electro-stimulants into the body of a mortally wounded warrior, but he has proven that his symbiotic relationship with the coffin does not follow a standard pattern."
"but……"
"He's awake now and he's going crazy and trying to get in your face and you hurt him, Dietrian."
Dietrian thought for a moment.
"I'll take care of it right away."
The mechanical bishop responded nonchalantly:
"Deal with it immediately."
But Talos was still listening to the screams, which upset him.
"Then deal with it quickly. I don't like the screams of the company commander, Dietrian."
"As a general practice, 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 someone you trust. Thinking like a mortal isn't always a curse."
"Stop it! A potential flaw has appeared!"
Dietrian exclaimed, still watching the massive calculations going on in his retinas.
"Your hypothesis is based on emotional speculation, and if your hypothesis proves to be incorrect, the damage to the subject's physiology may be irreparable."
"As if I care?"
Lightning danced along the golden blade as Talos approached the center console.
He glanced at the screen, running his eyes 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, for such assumptions are flawed, Talos, Talos, do you hear me? Please turn off your sword, my lord."
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 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 against the wall and Dietrian standing in the middle of the room's floor.
The stasis field was still alive with the limbs that imprisoned the Dreadnought, emitting a buzzing enough to make the Prophet's teeth itch.
But the screaming has stopped, and the sterile room is filled with activity in a way that comes from its absence, like the abundance of ozone in the air after a storm.
Talos stared at the towering war machine, waiting, listening - his senses keen for 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 helper 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-"
"Talos!"
Suddenly, a voice boomed, a guttural voice loud enough to make the deck rumble.
At the same time, the door to the sterile room opened and Serion walked in, throwing a skull into the air and catching it every time before it fell.
It was obviously a skull attached to his armor, but now the chain was broken and the remnants rattled at his hip.
He stopped and looked at the scene around him. Talos and Ursus stood together, staring at Dauntless. Dietrian stood with open arms.
On the other side, the same glaring eyes as the legionnaires.
"Talos!"
The loud communication language was repeated again.
"I can not move."
Cerion smiled at the sound.
"Captain Markaryon 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 and it seems like the miracles will never stop."
"It's good to see you again, Captain."
Cerion walked over to the Dreadnought's chassis and looked up at the coffin locked inside 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..."
