[Perceptor almost wishes, for a moment, that he wasn't so afraid of words. He wishes he could express to Drift what that note of warning in Drift's tone means to him. How it fills a hunger much deeper than his fuel tanks.]

[He's saved from that, though, by the need to keep up. Something that isn't very difficult to do; he appreciates Drift's thoughtfulness as they top the hill that Drift has brought him around to.]

[It isn't Crystal City. There's a sort of unfinishedness about the place that Perceptor isn't certain that it will ever fully shed. There have been far more artistic structures built on his own Cybertron, much less what the others must have surely seen over the years.]

[Despite that, it's one of the most welcoming, lovely places that Perceptor has seen.]

Many hands have contributed.

[Many hands, from many worlds. The melding of various influences runs down to the very depths of its foundations.]

I promise to behave.