[At the news, Swerve cringes. He cannot say he was as close to Rodimus, or even to Drift, as Magnus was. To him they were always sort of the in-command trifecta, even if they didn't always seem to have a plan.
And now two of them are dead.
There is a clenching feeling in his chest, and suddenly he feels utterly lost.
Swerve settles into a monotonous tapping and a blank stare before hesitantly writing out 'I'm sorry you had to do that'. He trails off into more tapping. He wants to say that it isn't fair that Magnus had to kill Rodimus. That it isn't fair that Drift died. But when has anything ever been fair?]
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And now two of them are dead.
There is a clenching feeling in his chest, and suddenly he feels utterly lost.
Swerve settles into a monotonous tapping and a blank stare before hesitantly writing out 'I'm sorry you had to do that'. He trails off into more tapping. He wants to say that it isn't fair that Magnus had to kill Rodimus. That it isn't fair that Drift died. But when has anything ever been fair?]