[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S TEMPLE]

[dinnerdate]

I know most of you here already hate me, those of you that know about my diet even more so.

[He pauses, hesitant for a moment before venting out a sigh.]

I eat power cores. Yes, I'm a cannibal, a vampire, a freak, crazy and whatever else the rest of you call me. Hate the word crazy... I get it, if I don't die from starvation I'll be horribly murdered... Or tortured then murdered - probably that one knowing my luck. I accept that. This is just like back home, not that I expected any different.

So go ahead and say whatever the scrap you want about me, just stop doing it to my face. Please... Not that I expect anyone to listen. Just fragging can't take it anymore. Had enough vorns of this...

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[skidaddle]

I hate to tell you, but...

They are called Decepticons for a reason.

[He doesn't sound as certain now, though. Dead End would have had ample opportunity to kill Rung when...eating...his power core, and he hadn't.]

I just...

I don't know.

[rungout]

Yes and if I went by that way of thinking here in Haven, I wouldn't be very much use as a therapist to everyone here now would I? If he wanted to hurt me, he would have already, Skids.

Dead End is not the monster everyone seems to think he is.

[skidaddle]

I...

Yeah.

I know.

I don't think he's a monster, I just...

I'm worried, Rung.

How do you know he can control himself?

[rungout]

Because I trust him. He's had chances to harm me and he hasn't, Skids.

[skidaddle]

That isn't what I mean, Rung.

I know you trust him. Primus, I trusted him all the way up until this, but...

Okay.

Are you familiar with Quantum Suicide?

[It's the best analogy he can think of.]

[rungout]

Yes, I've heard of it before.

[skidaddle]

Its just...

You can't know until you know. And by the time you know, its too late for guessing.

[This frustrates him beyond...anything. The first con he goes to befriend, and there's...complications.]

There's got to be another way.

[rungout]

Another way for what exactly? This is my choice, Skids. I understand your worry, I know, and I know there are a lot of ways this can turn out in the long run but I care for him.

A lot.

I don't care what factions others were before they came here because if we continue to view and judge everyone by the symbol on their chest..this place is going to fall into ruin as well.

[skidaddle]

Alright.

[He doesn't have much of a choice. He can't think of a better solution, and both you and Dead End seem to trust each other.]

I know. I get it. I was trying to be friends with him, too.

Maybe its just that saving you from things that want to eat your innards has become a habit for me.

[He smiles a a bit.]

[rungout]

[Rung can't help but smile softly., despite his initial anger.]

I am grateful for everything you've done for me and keep doing for me, Skids. I mean it.

[skidaddle]

Thanks, Rung.

That.

That does mean a lot.

[It does. He wants to see you all happy in your clinic helping all the people that could have gone crazy but didn't because you helped them.]

I'm going to try.

I mean, I can't promise I won't track him down and use him for target practice if he so much as slips, but I am going to try.

[rungout]

That's all I ask, is that you try, Skids.

[He doesn't want this to end in Skids and Dead End fighting and he's going to do his best to make sure it doesn't.]

[skidaddle]

I can do that much.

[He just hopes that it works out.]

Sorry for worrying you.

[rungout]

You don't have to apologize, Skids. I'm sorry for making things complicated for you.

[skidaddle]

I think 'complicated' is my default state.

But.

He does seem to make you happy.

[Well, happier.]

And he gets you out more. It can't be all bad.

[rungout]

Yes, well, it suits you.

[Theres a playful tone there, Rung's smile growing a bit.]

He definitely helps to keep me from locking myself in my office.

[skidaddle]

It's a win-win situation, then.

He doesn't eat you, I don't kill him, and you get some sunlight on that bright orange frame of yours.

Er. Lamplight, I guess.

[Since the sun was kind of dim.]

You do know if you ever need anything, all you have to do is call right?

[rungout]

I know, Skids..and I appreciate it. I really do.

[He's not use to having real friends but he likes it.]