Rampage looks a bit startled at that. He'd... been asleep for a long time, then. A very long time. And yet not long enough.
He gives another strum of his fingers against his faceplate, watching Sixshot, inside and out. He's never met another mech with quite this feeling of emptiness in him. It reminds him a bit of himself, and the yawning pit of regret and loneliness and bitter anger deep inside. It's not the same, but it is... similar.
"Have you ever considered dying?" he asks curiously. When there's nothing left for you in this world, what else is there but to abandon it? Or find a new purpose, he supposes. Rampage doesn't want a new purpose, though. He just wants Transmutate back.
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He gives another strum of his fingers against his faceplate, watching Sixshot, inside and out. He's never met another mech with quite this feeling of emptiness in him. It reminds him a bit of himself, and the yawning pit of regret and loneliness and bitter anger deep inside. It's not the same, but it is... similar.
"Have you ever considered dying?" he asks curiously. When there's nothing left for you in this world, what else is there but to abandon it? Or find a new purpose, he supposes. Rampage doesn't want a new purpose, though. He just wants Transmutate back.