[”Repeating itself, life is endless.”]
[Silverbolt and his daughter share something in common.]
— I promise to be by your side, Motormaster. — Frowning, Silverbolt sighed. He was hugging Motormaster with his right arm, while other arm was resting on his leg, as he was sitting near him. The tribunal for Decepticons crimes was about to begin. — You and your brothers haven’t chosen to be decepticons. You were only created like that. I truly believe you can change.
— Hmph. — Motormaster folded his arms on his chest. He started tapping his fingers on his arm. He tried to show he wasn't nervous, but it only made it much more visible that he was. — What makes you think so? I just don’t wanna go to jail.
— You haven’t killed anyone since the war ended. Moreover, you have been behaving as... Just a bot. A peaceful bot.
Motormaster felt his face grow hot.
— Do you think it would be beneficial to me if I just started killing everyone I don’t like?
— But have you actually wanted to do it?
Black mech opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, as he closed it.
— That’s the point, Motormaster. That’s the point! — Silverbolt’s optics sparked and he smiled. — You can be a nice and intelligent mech. You can be fixed if you at least try!
The room fell silent.
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— Scurry. — Whitegold folded her arms and leaned to a wall, as she looked at her roommate.
— Whitegold. — Scurry looked up at Whitegold from her tablet. She was lying on her berth, her back was leaning on a wall. Her mouth was a thin line and her optics seemed to be squinted a little. — You didn’t even say a “hi”, what’s...
— Do you talk to your family at least once in a year? Do they even know you’re alive? — White fem straightened herself. She was frowning and looking right in black fem’s eyes.
However, Scurry was... At loss for words. “Where was that coming from?”, she thought.
— Pardon? — Scurry finally muttered out.
— Why did your brothers come to me and ask if you’re okay and don’t need any help? When was the last time you’ve seen them?
Scurry “tsk”-ed, put away her tablet and stood up. Whitegold folded her arms and Scurry mirrored her posture and sighed.
— Today’s last lecture. Look, I’m sorry my brothers...
— You’re sorry your siblings care about you? Are you an idiot?
— You can have them. I don’t see eye to eye with my family. Why should we unnerve each other? They don’t see me, I don’t see them.
— Unbelievable... — Whitegold looked confused. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
Scurry wasn’t looking exactly angry, despite her words. What was going on inside her head?
— Sorry you had to hear this, but I’m not going to make any illusions regards my relationships with my family. — She relaxed her posture and returned to her berth.
Whitegold lowered her arms and not losing any time she had, Whitegold sat near the black fem and looked at her. The white fem noticed Scurry and her brothers weren’t really similar to each other.
— Do you want to talk about it? — Whitegold tried to convince Scurry to open for Whitegold.
Instead of what Whitegold had imagined, Scurry’s face was grimaced with anger. Her optics were shining brightly and were squinted, her face started to become purple.
Her engines revved.
— Don’t pull this “Do you want to talk about it” out on me! — Scurry yelled at the white bot. She pointed her finger at Whitegold, about to poke her optic. — You’re not my psychologist and I have no need to see one.
Whitegold opened her mouth in shock. What was that about?
— I want to help you! You’re totally not as antagonistic to your close people as you make it sound! It all can be fixed! — she grabbed Scurry’s finger and put it away.
— That’s not for you to decide, White. Don’t play the hero, it’s unneeded.
The room fell silent.
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