Didn't say it was a weakness. Just a strength not a lot of us understand.
[ Verity doesn't tense up and pats Bumblebee reassuringly on the arm. Maybe Ratchet had her used to physical reassurance now, or simply she did like Bee and saw him as friend. Occam's Razor cut through the barriers that made tête-à-tête difficult. ]
Not a bad stopgap. Draw a smiley face on it and I'll even ask him or maybe even Impactor to tattoo the brand on my other shoulder or something. Somewhere easy to see.
[ At first she sounds like she turned the comment into a lighthearted - until now she actually thought about it. ]
Or I should to Optimus.
Thing is - I do want to fight. Even if I have to upgrade my armor enough times to fund a new cyberformed planet. Thing is even five years ago I thought about it, and there's only two ways to go out for me now. Dead in fifty years which isn't even a blip on your radar, or a smoking crater where I lost a game of tag with an ion blaster.
War or not I still want to fight. I don't connect well with other humans, never did - moreso now, and even though I'm not made of tougher stuff at least I chose to. No one put a gun in my hand and watered down data packets about a planet I never hope to see the moment I woke up. Roadbuster? He's big enough not to stand tippy toe with Magnus, but he couldn't even read the documents telling him he was an Autobot. MTOs don't after the luxury of choosing sides like I still do.
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[ Verity doesn't tense up and pats Bumblebee reassuringly on the arm. Maybe Ratchet had her used to physical reassurance now, or simply she did like Bee and saw him as friend. Occam's Razor cut through the barriers that made tête-à-tête difficult. ]
Not a bad stopgap. Draw a smiley face on it and I'll even ask him or maybe even Impactor to tattoo the brand on my other shoulder or something. Somewhere easy to see.
[ At first she sounds like she turned the comment into a lighthearted - until now she actually thought about it. ]
Or I should to Optimus.
Thing is - I do want to fight. Even if I have to upgrade my armor enough times to fund a new cyberformed planet. Thing is even five years ago I thought about it, and there's only two ways to go out for me now. Dead in fifty years which isn't even a blip on your radar, or a smoking crater where I lost a game of tag with an ion blaster.
War or not I still want to fight. I don't connect well with other humans, never did - moreso now, and even though I'm not made of tougher stuff at least I chose to. No one put a gun in my hand and watered down data packets about a planet I never hope to see the moment I woke up. Roadbuster? He's big enough not to stand tippy toe with Magnus, but he couldn't even read the documents telling him he was an Autobot. MTOs don't after the luxury of choosing sides like I still do.
[ Verity laughed despite herself. ]
Shit, now I'm the one naval gazing.