Nature
"Uhm," Magnus makes a sound, his eyes scanning a page of his book. He doesn't even deign his interlocutor with a glance as he adds, "In a moment."
Lorgar sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, exasperated beyond what he considers possible. He and his brother were scheduled to discuss strategy, but Magnus simply won't stop reading. Lorgar had attempted to make conversation with him, but it has fallen flat with Magnus going "uhm" and assuring that he would be done in a minute.
It has been half an hour since their meeting was due to start and so far they haven't even gotten as far as establishing the outline of the strategy, let alone come up with an in-depth plan.
"Brother," Lorgar speaks again, the irritation he is feeling bleeding into his voice. "Are you even listening?"
Magnus remains engrossed in his book and merely murmurs a "yes". Then he flips a page and states blandly, "It's really fascinating."
Lorgar has no idea if he means the book or his previous statement. However, he is quite certain Magnus has not heard a word of what he has been trying to communicate to him. For a brief moment, not more than a blink of an eye, Lorgar considers throwing his chair at Magnus. He reassesses his situation almost as soon as the idea has bloomed in his mind. Magnus didn't stop reading the tome even after walking into the table. He would probably ignore a chair as well.
The Urizen sinks into his chair and rests his elbows against the table, burying his face in his hands. Patience is the only option, it seems.
The conversation is taking too long. What should have been said has been and all that follows is merely regurgitating the same over and over again. Corax does not tolerate logorrhea and what Horus practices can be described only as such.
"Indeed, the very action that I have just described…" Horus says and a muscle under Corax's left eye twitches in a fashion that is reminiscent of many a World Eater just before he starts charging blindly.
Does the Emperor's Favorite believe Corax to be so far beneath his own intellectual level that he has to explicate every single action in minute detail? The tactical display gives enough data for any intelligent un-augmented human being to appraise the situation and draw the appropriate conclusions. Surely, no one would believe a Primarch would have any difficulties?
"The Raven Guard get behind the enemy lines and disrupt their actions," Corax cuts in, unable to bear Horus's jabbering. "The Luna Wolves will attack once the enemy falls into disarray."
"Well, yes," Horus replies, a nearly unnoticeable frown betraying his irritation at being interrupted, "but-"
"That's what counts," Corax states before Horus can launch into another dissertation on nothing. "You talk too much."