"I assure you that this appeal is more for your benefit." Shockwave made to leave then, but a simple question upended him. Caused a shift he physically felt, like a release.
"'Change of heart.'"
Once, ages ago, Shockwave had marveled at it; the almost intoxicating and maddening contradiction of his own anger intermingled with cold analytical dispassion. There is a certain degree of unreality as he almost observes himself bearing down on Tarn. Shoulders squared and taking full advantage of the height difference as Tarn was seated. The distance between them was a hair's breadth and this close, it almost looked like Shockwave was shaking.
"Allow me a moment of transparency I've not indulged for the last four million years as well as some advice, Tarn: Megatron functioned for this long because I deemed his continued existence tipping the scales of a careful cost–benefit analysis in favor of my own endeavors. Never had the option to put a bullet between every set of eyes in the Decepticon conclave been an option unconsidered. This cause you supplicate yourself at the feet of was never so much concerned with winning as it was making the other side lose, having the audacity to be surprised when it finally bled itself dry.
Do you want to know something, now that I've done away with your misconceptions of where my loyalties lay? Never once had I found it worth my time or efforts to advise Megatron to constrain you. Not with the Achilles virus or some other alternative."
Shockwave leaned one hand on the counter. He was quieter. Voice and disposition thin; sheets of ice cracking over boiling water.
"You're a fawning parasite, Tarn. An addict slavish to rhetoric and your own vices the which you cleave. You were always your own undoing. So here is my advice: Do not insert yourself in my affairs here. And find a new creed."
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"'Change of heart.'"
Once, ages ago, Shockwave had marveled at it; the almost intoxicating and maddening contradiction of his own anger intermingled with cold analytical dispassion. There is a certain degree of unreality as he almost observes himself bearing down on Tarn. Shoulders squared and taking full advantage of the height difference as Tarn was seated. The distance between them was a hair's breadth and this close, it almost looked like Shockwave was shaking.
"Allow me a moment of transparency I've not indulged for the last four million years as well as some advice, Tarn: Megatron functioned for this long because I deemed his continued existence tipping the scales of a careful cost–benefit analysis in favor of my own endeavors. Never had the option to put a bullet between every set of eyes in the Decepticon conclave been an option unconsidered. This cause you supplicate yourself at the feet of was never so much concerned with winning as it was making the other side lose, having the audacity to be surprised when it finally bled itself dry.
Do you want to know something, now that I've done away with your misconceptions of where my loyalties lay? Never once had I found it worth my time or efforts to advise Megatron to constrain you. Not with the Achilles virus or some other alternative."
Shockwave leaned one hand on the counter. He was quieter. Voice and disposition thin; sheets of ice cracking over boiling water.
"You're a fawning parasite, Tarn. An addict slavish to rhetoric and your own vices the which you cleave. You were always your own undoing. So here is my advice: Do not insert yourself in my affairs here. And find a new creed."