[Video - Transmission from Alpha Trion's Temple]

[symmetriphiliac]

[The feed flicks on to reveal a rather furious looking boy with three white stripes on the left side of his hair, his unnatural gold eyes glowering at the camera. His chest is heaving as he struggles to restrain himself; if looks could kill, then the device would be dead five times over.]

Is this someone's sick idea of a joke?! How could anyone possibly think of doing something so twisted?!

[Of course, he must be referring to his appearance on Cybertron. Not hours earlier, he had been in Death City, speaking to his fellow classmates... It would only make sense for him to be so incensed, having been whisked away to a foreign planet!]

This marking on my shoulder! Why is there only one?! It's completely asymmetrical!

[... Or not. Even without the glyph directly visible, the very idea that he could be marked in such an unbalanced, terrible way... His skin should have rejected the ink to begin with!]

I demand to speak to the ones responsible for this atrocity!

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[pendragon]

There's only so many to be allied with, so I believe that the one that is most similar to you is the one that you get the glyph of. [ A pause. ] I felt much the same way, but on this planet.. well, better to be with a glyph than become mad.

[symmetriphiliac]

I suppose so.

Do the FirstForged have any plan for returning us to our rightful worlds? I can only imagine the consequences of so many abductions throughout the various universes.

[pendragon]

No one has ever returned to their world, although there are several that have tried. [ Ah, the question of being able to return home. Since Saber believes she was summoned here, she never thought of the possibility of leaving anyone behind. ] And this is not the FirstForgeds' decisions. They don't know why we're here, either.

[symmetriphiliac]

[That was unsettling. To have his father's attention divided at such a crucial time...]

Even if they don't know, it seems like they have the best chance of returning us.