Listen, bud, his plan so far is to challenge whatever deity rules over the pits of robot hell where he'll eventually end up (ha). Sentinel is 100% certain he could win a flexing competition.
He makes a face, like he'd just bitten into a particularly sour, rotten lemon. "Zeta." Judging by his tone, he's even worse than you is what's going unsaid. At least he's validated in his belief that he wasn't quite the worst Prime ever. Still, though. His goddamn planet is dead and even someone with a hardened spark like Sentinel feels pretty terrible about it.
It's too many fee fees for him to process properly right now. He ducks his head into his hands for a few moments, trying to get it straight in his head.
New goal: find a pillow to scream into for 3 days straight.
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He makes a face, like he'd just bitten into a particularly sour, rotten lemon. "Zeta." Judging by his tone, he's even worse than you is what's going unsaid. At least he's validated in his belief that he wasn't quite the worst Prime ever. Still, though. His goddamn planet is dead and even someone with a hardened spark like Sentinel feels pretty terrible about it.
It's too many fee fees for him to process properly right now. He ducks his head into his hands for a few moments, trying to get it straight in his head.
New goal: find a pillow to scream into for 3 days straight.