[If Rung's headache hadn't been bad enough, it was made ten times worse by all the information that had been dumped on him essentially. The psychotherapist is clearly showing signs of his discomfort, optics dim as he fiddles with something--the model of the arc he'd brought with him unintentionally--the new glyph on his arm just barely visible at the angle he's standing at.]
I'm still not completely convinced that I'm not having some sort of odd hallucination but I suppose I should do as was suggested and put out a call.
[He pauses, glancing down at the model in his hands before he seems to gather his wits again, lifting his head.]
I am Rung, an Autobot, obviously. I am looking for anyone that was, perhaps, on board the Lost Light. If what I was told is true, I would like to at least be sure others are safe, if they ended up here as well. | |
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