Itโs quite simple.
We make it impossible for him to snake his way out of a situation. Provide too many variables and he will crumble.
Blow up the galaxy embassy
Luck is a tool for fools. We can do it ourselves.
smacks non existent lips
War crimes
Yes. I dreamt of Starscream blowing up.
Oh man how long was I asleโ TWO MONTHS
โ the disgustingly optimistic one, yes. only a threat because of the company she keeps. though, I find titans to be easy to. . .control. disappointingly so. โ
โ a cog that serves her purpose to an annoying degree. โ
he replies as he slots the datapad into a depression on the console
โ. . . โ
silently walking past
staring at them both
( he stares at the datapad. the words: dna sample acquired, sprawl across the screen. he glances back at Lightbright. )
(always one step ahead.)
then your presence is even more unnecessary than before.
are you done with your pointless inquiries?
as natural as flowing water.
(all her ears can pick up is the sound of data flowing.)
for mere minutes at best.
( he takes one step to the right and stops as the datapad emits a low tone.)
calculations do not make noise.
(he interjects while moving forward three paces)
no. reliance on such things are illogical and thus, beneath me. I have no need of them because there is never silence.
(not even sparing her a glance as he walks two paces to the left.)
my parent senses are tingling
and what happens when you grow tired of listening to the same old thing and all you have loved is dead and buried? nothing lasts forever.
not you. not them.
(he turns his helm down to the datapad and begins scrolling along the screen.)
not even me, persistent as I am.
insanity
there in lies your problem does it not? you hate the silence. always used to the music booming around you inside your titan, but you know you canโt hide away in Lodestar forever.
your inability to find noise within the silence will be your undoing as you teeter ever closer to the cliff that is+
no, but it seems the stress is for you.
โงCRRUNCH
language.
seemingly wandering aimlessly around Cybertron, datapad in hand.
โ Fascinating. I wonder how effectively you will use them for however long they remain useful to you. โ
a finely sharpened sword?
What if you do neither? What if, dare I say, you exceed my expectations and derail my calculations? โ
A hand rests on the glass.
โ Now that. . .would be quite the outcome to analyze. โ
The processor shines a light blue for a moment, as if to signal it was listening.+
Staring at the forged body within the pod. Questions belonging to his processor voice themselves in his suspected solitude.
โ Do the sins of the father carry on to the child? Will they weigh heavy on your back, dragging you down and holding back your potential? Or will you turn them into+
His gaze falls to the floor in contemplation.
โ I find your answer to be logical.โ
The fins on either side of his helm twitch slightly in satisfaction.
โ See to it that you keep an eye on them and any others that catch your interest. โ
โงFFFAAAAAAAA
