If something makes a Phase Sixer stop talking, there's certainly something up. Trailcutter's not exactly oblivious, and his eyes slightly widen under that visor, his grip on his drink a little tighter.
Was...this right? Was he really dead?
It can't be true--someone would have told him, right?
"Literally--" he stops, everything somehow coming together. Rodimus telling him to avoid Ofsted VII, First Aid's affection, all the people who'd given him attention.... Was it because of this? His grip tightens even more as he thinks, unable to finish that sentence.
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If something makes a Phase Sixer stop talking, there's certainly something up. Trailcutter's not exactly oblivious, and his eyes slightly widen under that visor, his grip on his drink a little tighter.
Was...this right? Was he really dead?
It can't be true--someone would have told him, right?
"Literally--" he stops, everything somehow coming together. Rodimus telling him to avoid Ofsted VII, First Aid's affection, all the people who'd given him attention.... Was it because of this? His grip tightens even more as he thinks, unable to finish that sentence.