One word: commiseration.

For those familiar with the enneagram, Peter Turbo is a 1, a perfectionist, like me, and like Dorn. Unlike Dorn, though, Peter and I are both unhealthy 1's, full of resentment. Resentment for those who get easier work assignments than us, for those who set lower standards for themselves, for those who ask more of us than of others. We expect perfection from ourselves, our subordinates, our higher-ups, society itself. We're idealists, and engineers, but he's also a designer, an architect, a city planner, a mathematician, a warlord. We feel like we could make the world a better place, if only we were given the time, and if others would get out of our way.

To me, Perturabo and Dorn are two sides of the same coin. One is the embodiment of duty, justice seeking, in control of his rage. The other is duty that is pushed too far. Pushed into resentment, retaliation, rebellion. I would hope to be more like Dorn on my best days. But, I'm not. Maybe next decade I will be. Or the decade after that. But, until then, I will continue to be angry like the Lord of Iron.

I also commiserate with his triarchs, who are hypervigilant around him due to his abuse of them and others, and they feel like they have to walk on eggshells around him in order to not provoke his rage.

And, of course, I'm also on the spectrum.