The word doesn't come out right, just a jumble of static nonsense, all the confusion and pain of a mech whose entire existence had just been made so entirely obsolete.
Sixshot stops himself before he could try again, shutting his optics off, closing off, dragging the maelstrom of emotions back under the surface. Apathy was cold and empty, but anything was better than this.
He cycles air slowly through his vents.
Out of the millions of horrors faced and committed, the millions of years of isolation and loneliness- out of all of that, why should this... hurt?
It shouldn't. It changed nothing. Sixshot was still a weapon, to be used as Megatron wished, to be shut down when he wasn't needed. Whatever Megatron did, it'd never been his place to question in the first place.
Sixshot takes a long few minutes to regather his composure before lifting his canine head again and quietly asking, "What are your orders?"
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The word doesn't come out right, just a jumble of static nonsense, all the confusion and pain of a mech whose entire existence had just been made so entirely obsolete.
Sixshot stops himself before he could try again, shutting his optics off, closing off, dragging the maelstrom of emotions back under the surface. Apathy was cold and empty, but anything was better than this.
He cycles air slowly through his vents.
Out of the millions of horrors faced and committed, the millions of years of isolation and loneliness- out of all of that, why should this... hurt?
It shouldn't. It changed nothing. Sixshot was still a weapon, to be used as Megatron wished, to be shut down when he wasn't needed. Whatever Megatron did, it'd never been his place to question in the first place.
Sixshot takes a long few minutes to regather his composure before lifting his canine head again and quietly asking, "What are your orders?"