Editing Ferrus Manus (section)

==The flesh is... strong?==
[[File:Ferrus_Manus.jpg|thumb|right|[[Drawfag|Artist's]] rendition of Ferrus Manus. Has the chin of TEN MEN!]]
Being the hardass flesh-haters that the Iron Hands are, one would suspect that Ferrus Manus might as well have been called Ferrus Clunis when it comes to the weakness of the flesh. In reality this is about as far from the reality as possible. The following is taken from the preface to a novel where the Iron Hands are portrayed as emotionless, flesh-hating, misanthropes:

''"They are not my hands. This fact is forgotten by my brothers - inexplicably, it has always seemed to me. The hands are strong, to be sure, and have created great things for us all, but they are not mine. And that counts for something. They forget that the silver on my arms comes from a beast that I vanquished. It is the mark of a great evil that I ended, and yet it persists within me... I would struggle to remove it now... I will not remove the silver from my flesh because I have learned to depend on it. The fault is with my mind. I rely on the augmentation given to me by my metal gauntlets, so much so that the flesh beneath them is now little more than a distant memory... A day will come when I will strip it from me, lest I lose the power to master myself forever. Already my Legion's warriors replace their shield hands with metal in my honour, and so they too are learning to doubt the natural strength of their bodies. They must be weaned off this practice before it becomes a mania for them. Hatred of what is natural, of what is human, is the first and greatest of the corruptions. So I record it here: when the time comes, I will strip my hands of their unnatural silver. I will instruct my Legion to recant their distrust of the flesh. I will turn them away from the gifts of the machine and bid them relearn the mysteries of flesh, bone and blood. When my father's Crusade is over, this shall be my sacred task. When the fighting is done, I shall cure my Legion and myself. For if fighting is all there is, if we may never pause to reflect on what such devotion to strength is doing to us, then our compulsion will only grow. Already I see the madness that path leads to, and so I shall excise the silver from my hands. In doing so I shall weaken myself and my sons, but nonetheless it must be done. The hands are strong, and have created great things, but they are not mine."'' 
- Ferrus Manus, talking about how he was totally going to get rid of his silvered hands, any day now, I'm serious guys I'm going to do it, just not right now, but later, I swear I'll get rid of them.

With what the Iron Hands now do by turning themselves into cyborgs, with only part of their brains being flesh, is as big of a [[Rage|FUCK YOU]] to the Primarch as possible. If anything, they took his receiving a [[viking]] crewcut courtesy of his once best friend as a byproduct of his own emotional reactions, which only made them hate human weakness even more. In any case, it puts the Iron Hands in an [[Ultramarines|interesting]] [[Codex Astartes|light.]] Having his entire legion pay no attention to his thoughts on cybernetics also secures his position as most ignorable Primarch in-universe. This perfectly matches how real-life fans and GW have (not) thought about him for years.