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[sixmillionyears]

[ He intended for this to be audio, but he's not in the best of ways at the moment. Tailgate's outside, but it's hard to say where with the way the feed keeps juddering about. What is clear is flashes of Tailgate, covered in energon. ]

I-I can't-- I didn't--

No no no no no no no I didn't mean to I didn't want to--

Please make it stop m-make it stop I hurt him I hurt him so bad and I can't stop it I c-can't--

[ He breaks off in a ragged sob, grabbing at his head with energon-soaked hands, curling in on himself. ]

Stop it stop it stop please I wanted to do it I did it and I want to do it again and it won't stop make it stop please please PLEASE!

[ There's another sob and Tailgate takes off, running in some direction. ]

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so fragging sorry please I don't want to do it again I don't--

[ The feed cuts out. ]

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[chatterbot]

[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?]

[thehardway]

[One hand clenches faintly; he tries to not think too much on the matter, how he feels. Otherwise it'll be harder to keep moving.

Which is what is needed of him.]

So am I.

[Grimly, Ultra Magnus looks out ahead as he continues on.]

Try to not waste your energy right now. We'll be at the medbay soon enough.

[chatterbot]

[It's sad that Magnus has to push his grief aside, and it's sad that Swerve is willing to let him so that he might soak in his own, but that is apparently what's happening. Sometimes that's the way life is.

Swerve doesn't really drift off completely, partially because he's scared of reliving memories in his sleep. He's drowsy though, dizzy from injuries and pain. Mechs of his make weren't really built to endure this sort of thing and stay conscious. He doesn't idly tap anymore, but he does manage to trace out a 'Thanks for coming to find me'.

There is a pause and then he finished his thought.

'You didn't have to, but you did. So thanks.']