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[perfavore]

 [It's the dead of night, Mirage. Why aren't you asleep?

Well, to be honest, sleep hasn't come easy for the bot in quite some time. And with Sideswipe now rooming with him, he's found himself lying and staring up at the ceiling more often than not.  It...wasn't a happy time, to say the least.  

He's..had a couple things on his mind, too.

Leaving a note for the silver bot, he exits the Vectorian temple to get some air...and maybe some space. He didn't want Sideswipe hearing part of what he was about to broadcast.]

...Does anyone have ideas on how to fall asleep? I cannot seem to rest my optics tonight.

[Or other nights, but he'd rather not worry anyone. Unfortunately, Mirage's fatigue is slightly showing.]

[Locked to Vector Prime]

...It is not a decent hour, but I need your advice. I have no one to turn to.

Comments

[PRIVATE]

[perfavore]

I have no reason to doubt your leadership. You have done quite a lot since I have arrived!

[It's almost fond. Really, you're not Megatronus, and that makes you A-OK in his book.]

Events happen that they do not know about yet. And...I am apprehensive to tell them. It...it would affect them.

Re: [PRIVATE]

[vectorianpolarity]

[oops you made the jet preen a little. good job, Mirage.] I suppose...

...grave news, I would take it?

[PRIVATE]

[perfavore]

[What can he say? He knows how to compliment.]

Mm. The death of our teammates.

...By a Prime.

Re: [PRIVATE]

[vectorianpolarity]

[Vector seems to be taking it with all solemn seriousness...at least until the mention of a Prime. his optics flare in surprise and he looks...startled, to say the least.]

A Prime?!

[PRIVATE]

[perfavore]

[His wings flick, lowering his head. Even after the seven months he'd been here, it was still fresh in his mind. As if it happened yesterday.]

A Prime. Sentinel Prime to be exact. I doubt you have knowledge of him, though.

He killed Sideswipe's...ah...I suppose you could compare him to a father...with cosmic rust. And then my friend was publicly executed as a result of the Prime's actions.

It is a lot to tell someone when they are blissfully unaware.

[PRIVATE]

[vectorianpolarity]

[nonetheless, FROWN FACE. it's not a name he seems to recognize, but he listens...and thinks...and...]

I...would agree. It is a lot.

But...[and here he hesitates for a few moments, as though trying to sound out the words before he says them]...it is...possible...that such events will not come to pass. For him.

[PRIVATE]

[perfavore]

[And suddenly Mirage perks up like he drank five cups of energon coffee.]

What do you mean?...